Thursday, 19 September 2013
Monday, 16 September 2013
An essay on fonts, surface elements and me. The background is a portion of a fairly dark story I've been sending in serial posts to a reader. This whole thing is a revisit to my original "author's headshot" for my book. That one was a biography (although it drifted rather quickly into hats I like and the deep anxieties I harbour).
This one is an explanation of why I like the fonts other design students hate.
My attitude toward fonts that are considered tacky is: I guess I'm just tacky. I will likely change. I'll likely grow as a designer and move on to "better" fonts, or "less overused" typeface. So be it. What I like about the fonts I use has nothing at all to do with who else might possibly use them.