In a sunlit corner of Tel Aviv, Maya Cohen has been binding books by hand for the past fifteen years. Each volume takes her between forty and sixty hours to complete — the kind of pace that the contemporary publishing industry has long abandoned.
The cover is goatskin, dyed by hand using oak gall and iron sulphate, the same recipe medieval scribes used for ink. The signatures inside are linen-thread sewn, never glued.
“I don’t make books for people who already own a Kindle,” Maya says, laughing. “I make them for the people who still believe that an object can carry a story differently.”