I’ll never forget standing there that Sunday afternoon, hands clasped around my eyes, peering into the Hatch Show Print studio, which has conveniently “closed for the day” some 10 minutes before my arrival. Sad eyes. I’ll make it back to Nashville, you bet. Some fine day.

This lucky fucker got inside the joint, and managed to snap the beautiful set of shots.

And here it is: Hatch Show Print’s inner workings.

(Via the good people over at Coudal Partners, who work out of a town in the Midwest called, “Chicago.”)

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We spent a good part of our St. Patrick’s Day doing nothing Irish. Take that, you beardy little Leprachuans. Erin Go Blah Blah Blah, Blah. (Sorry, Gramma Leo.)

We listened to these cats, pretty much all afternoon: Akron’s finest, the Black Keys.