I love the visual vernacular of street signage. From graffiti and propaganda to murals and installations, it’s these corners of communication that catch my eye with their authenticity. Whether one-off and site specific or characterized by an “Obey Giant”–like ubiquity, they are the detritus of design. I also collect tattered scraps of paper—incomplete homework assignments, shopping lists left behind in shopping baskets, urgent napkin poems. My heart goes out to these authentic artifacts, produced without a marketing department, created by the creator with a singular purpose. And I always try to envision the context in which each of these were created, the people who made them and their lives.