Girafot — No Entry for Elephants

'No Entry for Elephants' was written on the road in India. The redesign turns the album into a package the traveler mailed to himself — from Delhi to Tel Aviv: postcards, stamps, found paper and handwriting, layered like memories arriving weeks late. The typography behaves like markings on a parcel, and every copy passes through real rubber stamps.

The parcel — a package you sent yourself from the road

The green vinyl, mid-slide · the project on one page

The band's faces were carved into rubber stamps — the identity is a kit of stamps, ink pads and postal marks that anyone can press onto the next surface.

The cow-man · the seal sheet

Every song got a spread of its own — lyrics in handwriting, photographs from the road, found paper and the traveler's marginalia. Fourteen songs, fourteen postcards from the journey.

אין כניסה לפילים — the title spread

The spreads · the covers · the postcards

At the final show the album became a shop-table you could sit at — visitors flipped the albums, stamped their own covers and took a piece of the journal home.

The table, set for visitors

The ritual, mid-press · the merch · the room