Details

• 11"x17"
• $9.90 + Shipping
• Full Color
• Full Bleed
• Printed on thick, heavy, high quality paper
• Shipped flat shrink wrapped on very strong cardboard
• Full 30-day money-back guarantee

Cafe Press

We've bought several test prints from Cafe Press and can attest that we dig these prints. Otherwise we wouldn't be offering them. We thought about also selling thongs and perhaps a t-shirt. Perchance, a mousepad? No, that would degrade the incredibly high-class value of the Canned Coffee brand. As such, all future products will involve collaborations with brands like Louis Vuitton and Hermes. We feel this is a natural extension of what Canned Coffee has come to mean on a global scale.

From the Cafe Press FAQ: "Shop from home with the comfort of knowing that your order is backed by a 100% Money Back Guarantee. This 30-Day Guarantee gives you plenty of time to check items for color, high-quality, and size for yourself, family and friends. If for any reason you need to return or exchange an item, just contact our Customer Service department and you're done!"

The Skinny

These images, taken from The Coffee Journals (190g), were all produced in the darkest hours of the night under an abject deficiency of caffeine. Forced to the center of Tokyo on small wheeled bicycles. Shackled to stone benches near Otemachi -- cool now but once warmed by the haughty July light -- these images were forged using ball point pens obtainable only in Japanese convenience stores.

"With the towering midnight lights of long forgotten office buildings crashing down before me, the calm of the Imperial Palace moat to the sides, and whispers from the palace itself behind, how was I supposed to focus or make sense of these child-like scribblings I was hired to illustrate. How? By pure and utter savagery and humiliation. That's how."

"David, standing over me with a can in each hand, almost naked, screaming at the stars, spitting phrases so vitriolic you could hear the sleeping swans nearby crying. Raining down over me was a shower of spittle, coffee and blood -- blood from fights with patrolling policemen. Somehow I connected these words with images.

"Those bygone days of happiness are all but relinquished to fading memories of smiling faces gliding down the southwest side of the palace walk on RZR scooters. All we can ask now, in exchange for all those lost hours, lost souls, lost lives, is that you staple these fuckers to your wall and say a prayer for those who never came back from those dark, poisoned nights."

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ROBUST!

Mama Mia! That's some robust packaging, damnit!