Matrix’s beginnings were more organic than organised, growing out of whatever happened to be on hand at the time. We had three contributions that were not substantial enough to become books, yet which needed to be published, and together might form the nucleus of a journal. We had a Monotype caster with a die-case for 12-point Caslon, half a ton of lead ingots, and a Wharfedale SW2 cylinder press of 1935 that could print eight octavo pages to view. I had acquired a taste for journalism while working in Fleet Street in the late ’60s, and Matrix would make a striking masthead with the Caslon italic swash cap M. And so the stage was set.