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via eyeteeth via just seeds.

This gave me a good laugh, as apparently it did many passersby in Milwaukee. I wonder if others, as I did, stopped and thought – wait, shouldn’t that be “a duplex”? I will never recover the 15 minutes I spent pondering that. Read the rest of this entry »

Typophile Film Festival 5 Opening Titles from Brent Barson on Vimeo.

Marvelous!

Handcrafted with love by BYU design students and faculty, for the 5th Typophile Film Festival. A visual typographic feast about the five senses, and how they contribute to and enhance our creativity. Everything in the film is real—no CG effects!

Shot with a RED One, a Canon EOS 5D Mark II, a Canon EOS 40D, and a Nikon D80. Stop motion created with Dragon Stop Motion.

Daily Heller, Take My Business Card … Please!

American Psycho Business Card Scene from Baran Akkus on Vimeo.

Invisible Business Card from tyggy on Vimeo.

Video: Yves Behar: Creating objects that tell stories

In addition to helping to design the $100 laptop, Aliph’s Jaw Bone
and Herman Miller’s Leaf Lamp, Behar is credited with one my favorite quotes on advertising: “Advertising is the price you pay for being unoriginal.”

via ffffound and todayandtomorrow

Cameron Adams hit upon a pretty interesting notion with this question –

If we strip away the monitors, and the printing presses, and the typefaces … how would William Caslon have written on a post-it note?

Not satisfied with the thought alone, he took it one step further and mailed away to these imminent typographers to get samples from the field. The results, I think are fascinating – posted with samples Handwritten Typographers

from Design You Trust.

Why do I love Design Observer? Because not only will they write a scholarly article about it, they will have a full-on conference about Tables of Contents.

Jason Fagone’s oddly intimate revelation of font-nerdery in Slate’s YouType: The strange allure of making your own fonts highlights Fontstruct, “YouTube of typography” which allows you to… well, make your own fonts. It lead Fagone to wax nostaligic for his bootleg Fontographer days:

I was a minuscule part of the great grunge-font craze of the late ’90s, ignited by the bad boy of graphic design, David Carson—an ex-surfer who took over RayGun magazine and turned it into a punk-rock version of Rolling Stone, a bible of the ugly/pretty/ugly aesthetic. Carson’s movement was fueled by hundreds of young dabblers like me. In our dorm rooms, we churned out distressed versions of workaday fonts: smeary Helveticas, grimy Garamonds. The self-seriousness behind it all seems strange when I look back, but it was actually in keeping with the manifesto-laden history of graphic design. One of the most famous designers of all time, Jan Tschichold, famously issued a diktat against the use of serif faces, decreeing that the only honest letterforms were sans-serifs. The Nazis, who preferred “blackletter” fonts with heavy, ominous down strokes—what came to be known as “jackboot grotesques,” according to art historian Stephen Eskilson—put him in prison.

As for myself, I created an A…. then decided I was an important, busy person, with the stick-to-it-ness of a gnat. Someone else can be Frutiger. I just want to use his fonts.

First lolcats, now this. Lo, the Internet has seen fit to bestow another …. dare I even dignify it as a “trend”? The premise is all too simple – (1) take a photograph of a man and child (2) swap the heads in photoshop (3) publish.

Horrifying, isn’t it. Somehow the most disturbing aspect of this is how well a manbaby hangs together, visually and cognitively. The notion of a woman-baby is silly and ridiculous, scarcely worth entertaining. A manbaby, however, is somehow plausible and frightening.

The maniacal expression, the visible lack of self-control, the joy of idiocy. We have not grown up we have merely gotten bigger.

Here in as much as the composite image is vaguely disturbing, deciphering the underlying image is appalling. But unexpected? No. This is you, this is me. We are all manbabies. Via BoingBoing.