I love fonts.
Earlier this summer I embarked on a project for my job where I had to create a series of posters, each relating to different aspect of local history. It was something to reel in the tourists, basically. I was captain of the ship-- I got to decide how the content was written, choose the photos, decide the layout and the color schemes. But my favorite thing to select was the font. I spent way too much time browsing page after page of downloadable fonts, all in search for the perfect font to set the mood for my posters. One poster required the replication of the font used for Alfred Hitchcock's Psycho, and that was my most satisfying find.
Sometimes, I even find it hard to write if I'm working in a font that is plain or unpleasing to my eye. I usually like to select a style that is classic looking. My favorites as of late happen to be Bell MT, Modern No. 20, and Rockwell. I'm already obsessed with words, phrases, alliterations, imagery, figures of speech so fonts to me act like the fancy wrapping it all comes in.
"People who love ideas must have a love of words, and that means, given a chance, they take a vivid interest in the clothes which words wear." - Beatrice Warde
Tonight, I have two stories to share with you. So come join me by the fire and I will begin.
Showing posts with label Storytime. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Storytime. Show all posts
Saturday, September 24, 2011
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Storytime, part 2...
With Bob Powers
"You're Nude Pete and you just woke up in an empty hospital that looks like the aftermath of a bloody battle. When you walk into the hall, you'll find that people have written stuff from the bible in red paint on the walls, and there's trash all over the place and doors torn off their hinges. Looks like you're the only who survived some kind of war between the living and the walking dead.
"You're Nude Pete and you just woke up in an empty hospital that looks like the aftermath of a bloody battle. When you walk into the hall, you'll find that people have written stuff from the bible in red paint on the walls, and there's trash all over the place and doors torn off their hinges. Looks like you're the only who survived some kind of war between the living and the walking dead.
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Storytime...
With David Sedaris
Paraphrasing a newspaper clipping he received from a stranger:
"It concerned an eighty-one-year-old Vermont man whose home was overrun by mice. The actual house was not described, but in my mind it was two stories tall and isolated on a country road. I also decided that it was painted white--not that it mattered much, I just thought it was a nice touch. So, the retired guys house was overrun, and when he could no longer bear it, he fumigated. The mice fled into the yard and settled into a dead pile of leaves, which no doubt crackled beneath their weight. Thinking he had them trapped, the man set the pile on fire, then watched as a single flaming mouse raced back into the basement and burned the house to the ground."
When You Are Engulfed in Flames, pg 196
Paraphrasing a newspaper clipping he received from a stranger:
"It concerned an eighty-one-year-old Vermont man whose home was overrun by mice. The actual house was not described, but in my mind it was two stories tall and isolated on a country road. I also decided that it was painted white--not that it mattered much, I just thought it was a nice touch. So, the retired guys house was overrun, and when he could no longer bear it, he fumigated. The mice fled into the yard and settled into a dead pile of leaves, which no doubt crackled beneath their weight. Thinking he had them trapped, the man set the pile on fire, then watched as a single flaming mouse raced back into the basement and burned the house to the ground."
When You Are Engulfed in Flames, pg 196
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