CURATORS COME OUT AND PLAAY-AAAY

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Yo. We’re having a graphics design gallery show, and I am one of the curators. In this context “curator” does not mean what you think it means, but that notwithstanding, it’s going to be a blast, and I am doing all that I can to assure this putative blastedness comes to fruition. This is the email I sent:

A PSEUDO-LINEAR AMALGAM

of work by GRADUATE-LEVEL members

of the GRAPHIC DESIGN PROGRAM,

on view at the SOL KOFFLER GALLERY

at the RHODE ISLAND SCHOOL OF DESIGN,

from OCTOBER 19th through NOVEMBER 4th,

with an OPENING RECEPTION

to inaugurate things properly

at 7:00 PM on OCTOBER 18th.



Your presence at the reception is HUMBLY REQUESTED.

We will, of course, furnish WINE and CHEESE,

and many of the DESIGNERS THEMSELVES

will available for SCINTILLATING CONVERSATION.



… I would add that the wine and cheese is free, and that the Sol Koffler gallery is to be found at 169 Weybossett street in Providence, and you should fucking be there.

The whole thing is pushing my typical sleep-lite school schedule to the absolute max, so more after the fact. Fuck yes!

-fish



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10/16/2007 23:13:18 EST •  tags: cheese, design, exhibition, fuckyeah, gallery, myshit, ourshit, risd, school, wine
We’re talking about the same thing, right?

S_is_for_Stephanie_Seymour_MM_00.gifThis Stephanie Seymor S is borrowed, with maximal expressable respect, from M/M.

Hi. I would like to take a moment of my time and yours to discuss something very important to me: the letter S. At the time of writing, I am currently uploading a series of gigantic files to a particularly sluggish web server, and I’ve been working waaaay too hard considering school just started like the day before yesterday — so hey yeah, let’s take a moment, let’s talk S.

Cello 2: Alphabet

See, when I first started drawing Cello 2, the current iteration of the typeface I’m doing for my dear associate Peter Sachon’s putative website, I was using a simple construction logic to generate these pseudo-serif terminals. By matching a simple curve that extended, say, three diagonal points across the grid with a corresponding two-point curve, I could generate modular curves that didn’t appear overwhelmingly robot-tastic … or at least, such was/is my hope. As the sample above may hint at, aligning these curves on the grid can yield anything from exaggeratedly bracketed serif shapes, through to the sort-of freakish alien chunks you see from M/M, to straight-up ball terminals and other such flourishes.

This proved to be a great trick, in this case… almost too great, because it readily yielded like 95% or so of the alphabet, almost as if it were a forgone conclusion. I drew most of it in one shot, on the Amtrak regional from Boston to New York, the day after the Fourth of July. Everything was sort of super easy in those first leadholder-on-Moleskine sketches, but the exceptions to that ease were serious problems. Specifically, I couldn’t get the N and the S to play right with the rest of the system.

I ended up making some exceptions for the N (as you’ll see soon, when I finish Cello 2 and release it bigshot style) but I thought I could outsmart the S situation. Really, I made the classic rookie mistake: the one where you think you know what you’re doing, but really you don’t.

I had noted the manner in which a good deal of serif S’s have their middle bit as thick as their counterpart letters’ vertical bits. And yeah, I am sure there are real terms for these things, but I do not feel like rooting through all of Bringhurst to figure it out… I’ll just show you, instead. Look at Amarillo USAF’s S, versus that of Mr. Crouwel’s Foundry Gridnik:

Amarillo USAF: S
Foundry Gridnik: S

… I had always thought the Amarillo S made more sense, as it were, until I literally saw the truth about serif S forms with my own two eyes … a nice little nerd-epiphany I came to, incedentally, while staring at a bookmark from St. Mark’s Bookshop which had been set in some thunderously thick-ass bold Bodoni face. I saw that litany of S shapes and realized what is eye-rollingly basic to all you type nerds out there: that our Western Latin S is a compressed version of the German tall S (which you may also recognize as the first half of the ß character).

I know it’s just ravenously naive and sycophantic to point out how fantastic it was to realize this factoid, but fuckin’ A, what do you want? It’s my blog, and so. Really, this blew my mind. It led me to revise Gusset’s S, like so:

Gusset: S (before and after)

… In the case of which, the highlighted shapes were moved down to emphasize the S’s middle. Furthermore, Gusset’s S is the only character in the typeface that contains octagonal shapes that have their longer edges paralell to baseline.

See what I mean?? I had become that guy: the condescending new kid who dispenses pedantry beyond his means. I couldn’t get over it. Here’s an abbreviated chart of the evolutionary course of Cello 2’s tormented S:

Cello 2: S

… When I say abbreviated, I really mean it: there were a ton of minor variants to all of these, and I spent at least twice as long poking and prodding one ill-concieved S after another as I had designing the remaining entirety of Cello 2’s characters. Eventually I arrived at what I actually believed was the pinnacle of systematized S formalism — the fourth from the left in the above graphic.

WHICH WE ALL CAN SEE IS JUST A SHITTY BODONI KNOCKOFF. When I tried my doomed Pygmalion character out with its peers, I could see that it didn’t work… but I didn’t allow myself to believe it. Really. I know this sounds indulgently retarded and nerdy, but I had a really emotionally charged summer, and I ended up subjugting a lot of my tumult and anguish into letter-drawing. So there you go.

And so: it was an equally revealing thing to come back to the original Cello 2 S. I don’t care what the experts say: I like it in the mix, as it stands. Doing away with the ball terminals proved to be the final touch (and yeah, that is an editorial decision I am going to avoid exploring in any sort of metaphorical way).

So yeah. That’s how it went, and this is how it is… when Peter’s website launches next week, I’ll link you all up in there, and possibly pony up downloadable font files for all this and more. In the meantime, take a look at an S near you… or whatever your favorite letter happens to be. Shit’s crazier than maybe you thought, yeah? Yeah!

-fish



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09/14/2007 18:43:10 EST •  tags: S, awesome, drafting, drawing, fervor, fuckyeah, mania, minutia, obsessiveness, pencil, sharpie, summer, typography, yo
some things are better to leave unexplored

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Yeah so it’s that time, again. Here we go:

Good:

  • Moved to Greenpoint for the summer. Down the street from last summers’ sublet… I’m basically at the corner of Driggs and Leonard.
  • A ton of my highly esteemed colleagues are either in the general region, or are converging on it shortly, which is unbeatable.
  • Executive Decision wrapped things up quite fucking nicely in PVD, I think. Kevin and Isaac traded off DJ sets par excellence and rocked everyone until the cops came at around four. I think I may have pushed the practical limits of what I can get away with in my house, partywise, but that won’t stop me, I should think. Indeeeeeed.
  • King-size bed in my summer spot!
  • Girl talk remix of “Let’s Call It Off” by Peter Bjorn and John on repeat
  • Thee Bang Gang Deejays remix of “Ice Cream” by New Young Pony Club on repeat
  • Mylo remix of “No More Conversations” by Freeform Five on repeat
  • Breakbot remix of “Let There Be Light” by Justice on repeat
  • Pretty much anything else linked to and/or mixed in by the Acid Girls (who are not girls, incedentally; and plus their music is so awesome I am not even going to mention the kerning on the logo like the twerp that I am)
  • It was kind of hillarious how my finger was a topic of discussion at the last round of parties before everyone left for the summer (see “ugly”, below). Everyone was all like, “I heard about your finger!” and “How’s your finger doing?” … no matter the circumstances, those are funny sentences, amirite??
  • Got an alarm clock with an ipod dock. Waking up to a mix entitled “Loud Noises” by the aforementioned Acid Girls is pretty unbeatable.
  • This is shocking, totally: I got a book on semiotics that I actually love. Like not just “don’t dislike”, “would think twice before burning”, or any of these kind of qualifiers I’d normally apply to books on semiotics. I fucking love it. Mainly it’s because the guy writing it actually seems to hate semiotics as much as I do, or at least the prevalent strain of semantic nonsense that passes for “semiotic theory”. I maybe will go into why it’s awesome if I see you in person, but I certainly won’t defile the internet with any more verbose tripe on the subject, but so yeah, there you go. I’m not ashamed. Fuck yes.
  • Generally, my summer reading stack is pretty awesome, I would say.
  • Before coming down here, I was up late in the studio with a friend of mine, and we threw the I Ching. I had never done this before. I must say it was absolutely terrifying how punctilious my prognostication was. It wasn’t mystical or nonsensical, it was just straight-up pragmatic in a frighteningly accurate way. I mean, I get it… you surrender your editorial urge to a stochastic operation, and instead use the result as a template for what you already understood, yeah yeah yeah. It was still eerie. Maybe I’ll tell you about it sometime, after I get done raving about the semiotics book, when I see you. Right. Ok. Trust me on all this. Yes.
  • Air conditioning
  • Upgraded AirPort to 802.11n draft version; it’s very nice and shiny, with blinking lights.
  • Freelance work that isn’t hell
  • Doing portfolio and all that stuff, for real. This is actually fun and not torture, for some reason.
  • Might be able to talk Mr. Vit into a permanent thing over at SpeakUp, which would be super fucking fantastic, I’d say. I will have to go out to his Park Slope house and bring his new baby a bib, or some sort of apropos newborn-baby-type gift, to be nice. Right? Right.
  • McCarren pool is still free! Rock music, hipster chicks on a slip’n’slide, and Brooklyn Lager at 12 noon. Well hey.

Bad:

  • I miss my mom.
  • Not done with miserable stuff yet. After school I will have to sell my mom’s house, and other such things… it will not stop anytime soon. As I told a friend of mine recently: it’s going to break my heart, many times over, and I can see it all coming the same way you can see storms coming in the midwest. Yeah.
  • I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: when you are sad, Apple Computer’s music products have the uncanny ability to sense it, and they like to exacerbate things by shuffling up the most heartwrenching music in your library.
  • In a word: girls.
  • I’m going to miss my friends so so so much. Half the GD grads on their way out were the kids I started here with, and they are awesome. I fucking love them; thank god a mess of them are coming to New York. It will not be the same without them in any way, nonono.
  • I need to freak out. I have been repressing the swell of emotions I had after my mom died, and I need to freak out and deal with it. That’s never pleasant, but it is necessary… I hope I do it right. Basically.
  • Have to finish some work up from school, cuz I missed so much stuff last semester.
  • Apartment is misgraded quite steeply; one end of the computer desk is notably lower down than the other. I’d bring a level in here to check it, but it [the level] would just laugh.
  • Had to order DSL cuz all the wireless around here is locked up, and I need me some internet for real. I thought I could go the rest of my life without touching another RJ-11 plug… I was wrong. So so wrong.

Ugly:

  • There appeared to be a mammoth stock of DVDs in the apartment I’m subletting. The day I got here, I was classically hung over, on top of the typical exhaustion from an interstate move, and so I got all comfy on the couch, with ice cream and juice from the bodega on the end-table, and a pile of what I thought were MOVIES I could WATCH. But no. The cases are all empty… presumably, my subletee took them to Argentina, which is where she went. C’est la guerre. Blech.
  • Last Friday, back in Providence, I was driving the car that my dear associate Hannah lent me while she’s on the west coast. Hannah took a glass-blowing class last Wintersession, and she made this sculptural piece that involved very long strands of thin glass, maybe 1/8” in diameter, max. We had used the car to move this piece to the studio about three days prior to this Friday in question. I bring this up because on that Friday, I was heading to the dry cleaners’, or somesuch, and I casually went to flick some dirt off the passenger seat while at a stoplight. When I pulled my hand back I saw that my right ring finger had a three-inch long piece of 1/8”-diameter glass going RIGHT THROUGH THE TIP OF IT. I have been telling people that it looked like an olive in a martini… usually they don’t really wince until I throw that detail into the story. It really did, though, really, except with blood, and it was my finger and not an olive. Basically I freaked out and pulled off the road. My friends were awesome; they drove the car back for me and picked me up at the hospital, which I was taken to in an ambulance. So. If you see me and my finger is all bandaged up, that’s what happened. Yes.
  • Also glass-related: I dropped a beer bottle in my kitchen this morning while barefoot. I didn’t suffer any further lacerations, or anything, but cleaning it up was (as the header denotes) fucking ugly.
  • Saw two cockroaches in the bathroom already. Blech. WHYYYY??!?
  • Sometimes you just don’t know what to say to someone, despite having a list of roughly 10 jillion things you want to express to them.
  • The subway is already hotter than the core of the sun; I have had to start carrying around extra shirts already, so when I go to meetings and whatnot I won’t look like some sort of uncouth neanderthal ogre.



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06/05/2007 23:10:49 EST •  tags: allmyfriends, awesome, brooklyn, finger, freakout, fuckyeah, girls, glass, greenpoint, iching, mom, music, sad, school, semiotics, summer, what, work
BABY. I’M NOT ALWAYS THERE WHEN YOU CALL. BUT I’M ALWAYS ON TIME.

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YO MY WALL IS UP!! Come to the fucking mason building and SEE!!!! I’m very happy with this shit. I know you’re not supposed to like your own shit, but I am taking an exception this time, and liking it. Yeah!

Also I have a new article up on SpeakUp and Writing Design Criticism. Do tell me what you think if you have some time to waste. Because I love you, and your opinion is paramount. Indeeeeed yes!

Anyway that’s it for now. I will be unbroke in about two hours so talk to you after I buy some food and eat it. Until then.

-fish



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05/08/2007 14:16:40 EST •  tags: blather, design, fuckyeah, myshit, posters, risd, school, speakup, writing
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