Tuesday, June 29, 2004

Break!

It's been a pretty hellish 36 hours. What with the no sleep, printing madness, Kinko's frustration, and an intense interview with a huge company.

But now I get to take a break, even if it's only a short one. So I drew some Daleks.



I like this guy because he's blue and sort of detailed.



And I like these guys because they're small and scribbly, something to which I'm sure my drawing teacher would object.

Saturday, June 26, 2004

The Decline 2

And this, dear reader, is why my way is right. Why I am on the path of the righteous man, beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish, and the tyranny of evil men.

Behold the most amazing culmination of typography and design known to man:

Thursday, June 24, 2004

The Decline

My friend and co-worker (by way of telecommuting) Matt is writing his thesis these days, the culmination of two and a half years of amazing work. I've been working with Matt for a little over two of those years, and in that time, I travelled the world, designed things I never dreamt possible, and really believed in what we were doing.

However, my recent experience with the Toronto design scene has left a slightly sour taste in my mouth. Studios that believe that typography is dead, that concept isn't as worthwhile as slickness. "Dazzle them with photography! Attack them with Trade Gothic!" - these are the cries of the corporate studios. Nepotism awards jobs to failed interior designers with no visual design training.

Those who actually believe typography is alive use the term without meaning. For them, typography is placing a font on a page. Nothing more. Meta is tracked horrendously to fit ragged right text boxes. Letters are compressed, stretched, faux bolded, and force italicized. I watch as typefaces from the 1980s are applied to pieces with an Art Deco aesthetic. I cringe, but have now learnt that speaking up is only condemning oneself to the life of a pariah.

I tell myself that my way is right. That the path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish, and the tyranny of evil men. And I resolve to stay unemployed until I find the right job.

And it's been worth it. Kind words, at the perfect timing. Upon returning to my computer a couple of nights ago, I found an iChat message, waiting from Matt. From the introduction of his thesis was this:
 

(Just to be clear, given that sarcasm rarely comes across on the internet, I don't actually think I'm the righteous man or the only one who gets typography. Humour, people. Humour.)

Monday, June 21, 2004

Well, That Was a Weekend

Riotous weekend. Started with a pint at 10:30 Saturday night, was at a house party hosted by big time lawyers at 12:30. Met an amazing woman there: 6'1", beautiful features, pale complexion, dark hair, 27 years old, Lithuanian. Excellent taste in clothes, shoes, fashion, wine, and great conversation. Fantastically cool girl. Had planned on asking for her number so I could have a new friend, and then my friend Sumit was suddenly, incredibly, violently and dramatically sick. Took care of him, physically carried him to the cab, out of the cab, hauled him up far too many stairs and got him into bed by 5. Thank God he's a smaller, skinnier (and browner) version of me.

Was woken by him at 10 (he has an annoying habit of always waking up extremely early after having been drunk the night before), and was meeting random hung-over strangers from Winnipeg at breakfast by 11.

Some of you will be relieved to know that I lost my auction for the extremely exploitive limited-edition Dalek. I was outbid by a dollar, but the final price was still 5 dollars less than the normal retail price of $39.95 USD. The only reason I allowed myself to bid, given my current unemployment, was my starting bid of $24 USD was uncontested up until the last 2 hours of the auction.

And I missed the free live performance of the Beastie Boys on Queen Street for the Much Music 2004 Video Awards. Probably for the best though, considering how packed the overhead shots of the streets looked.

Tuesday, June 08, 2004

It Moves!

A friend threw me a link to a beautifully executed Quicktime video today. Whether or not you agree with the political message, the piece is very well crafted and definitely worth viewing.
Video now offline, sorry.

And on a similar note, the end titles to Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban are beautiful. They are, without a doubt, some of the best title graphics that I have seen in a very long time. It's a simple, logical premise, executed with absolutely gorgeous typography. Small cap ligatures and swash capitals anyone? It's a great movie as well.

And on a final note, Hannah came by today to help me get my place in order. Taking full advantage of a newly mounted shelf, she put her retail experience to use and arranged my Daleks in a manner that brought a tear to my eye. I had planned on posting a photo, but Tricky Pup pointed out that I might possibly be addicted to Daleks.

Yes. Well.

Tuesday, June 01, 2004

So Cool! So Symptomatic!

I am the embarrassingly proud owner of a tin, clockwork Dalek. Not only did he come in deligthfully retro packaging that mimicks that of the original Daleks from the 1960s, but he's also so so so wonderfully erratic as can be seen below:


Did I mention that you wind him up with a key, and that his head turns independently of his body direction? Great stuff!