Old matchbooks & a trip down memory lane. An informal journal of the times, business cards that could make fire. Names & places that I haven’t heard of in years were excavated, a lot of these places are extinct, nary a mention of their existence on the internets. But their brand & memory live on with these matchbooks. Flipping through them I could almost smell the stale beer from Penrod’s, smoke from Club 1227, my Grandmother’s perfume on the Ladue Racquet Club matches. Many are from going to school in London and travels afterward. Pretty cool to find these relics.