J. H. Hawkins

J.H. Hawkins might’ve been the kind of artist who kept a pet goat in his studio, he loved peculiar pets and strange, quiet corners of London. His prints feel like time capsules of a city that’s both familiar and half-imagined, where gas lamps flicker over crooked alleys you swear you’ve walked before. The H Beard Print Collection (1839) is the place to start: a series of views of old London that double as puzzles, packed with tiny details you’ll want to trace with your finger.