okay, answer me this: if typographic design is supposedly such a dowdy, dusty, fusty profession (as has been remarked publicly, recently and rather loudly), how come i keep running across so many gay artisans under 40 who make amazingly relevant type?
i ask you. really. there’ve been five in the past two weeks.
in the meantime, enjoy some conceptual funsies from this fantastically bitchy little woman pipe-chewing cardigan enthusiast.
…again. the NSA has launched a campaign urging secrecy among military personnel. sound familiar?
overall, the imagecraft and typographic styling is a pleasant combination of vintage and contemporary ideas of who we, as americans, are. much more successful to previous attempts.
it’s a bit disorienting to see this style at work in modern pieces…kind of like seeing one’s own face in a sepia-tone photograph before remembering one was drunk when having said photograph snapped while wearing a duster or a cheap can-can girl’s costume last summer at dollywood. not that i’ve ever done that.
for the other four type geeks out there who’ve been posting to typographica.blogspot.com, stop it. we’re now typographi.ca. buono appetito!
i suppose nobody would be surprised that as a 32-year-old gay man (read: twelve-year-old girl) i am completely and utterly addicted to the cartoon network’s latest import, hamtaro.
frankly, this is much cuter. sorry, buttercup. but i still love you too.
(yes, i’m insomniac tonight. grr.)
“dude! whereyabeen?”
i been makin’ stuff, dude. new site for about face youth, up now.
if you’re a designer…
actually, no. if you’re a design student wondering what you’re in for either in school or afterwards, you’ll want to read chip kidd’s the cheese monkeys. you’ll change your major in no time flat.
if you’re a designer, you’ll recognize yourself in all the characters: the blank-but-courageous narrator, the angry Art Chick, the clueless ingenue who pulls some talent from the shallow mud puddle of her soul, the burned out professional returning to school, and the relentless professor who knows no satisfaction. you’ll doubtless recognize the near-death experience with an xacto knife. we all have one. (ask me why i’m missing the tip from of my right pinkie.)
a while back while i was creative directing for leapnet, i interviewed an astonishingly talented imagemaker named young won. young has an amazing capacity for small, intimite drawings of characters. his work reminds me of those gleefully malevolent works from yoshitomo nara combined with the blissed-out playfulness of blythe. touch of futura 2000 in there, too. enjoy!
he’s not working his skirt well.
excuse me?
well, with that skirt he needs a belt and a kicky off-the-shoulder sweater. or something conceptually akin.
why?
he’s invoking molly.
oh.
and molly will not be had piecemeal.
well spoken.
