London School Of Printing And Kindred Trades
The London College of Communication (LCC) (formerly the London College of Printing and, briefly, London College of Printing and Distributive Trades) is a constituent college of the University of the Arts London, located in Elephant and Castle. Professor Elizabeth Rouse is Head of College. It has about 5,000 students on 60 courses in media and design preparing students for careers in the creative industries. Courses cover diploma, foundation, undergraduate and postgraduate level. Multi-media convergence now influences LCC’s specialist areas, including graphic design and advertising, photography, film and animation, journalism, publishing and public relations, sound arts and design and interactive and spatial design.
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