I’d call it The Ubiquity of Type. :P
Nestled in the corner of the Big Lots furniture department, I stumbled upon this item: a Special Collector’s Edition Inaugural Lava Lamp!
Wow! Can you believe it? Don’t you wish they were open right the second, so you could drive over and get one all for yourself?!
So, anyway, when I showed it out to Kevin, he wanted to know why it says DRAMA over President Obama’s head. :D
And I realized that it does, in fact, look like like DRAMA. That one little sliver of a rounded side on thE “O” is the only thing separating OBAMA from DRAMA.
I’d just glanced over those white bubble letters, knowing what they’re meant to say because they’re right over his picture.
I wonder if it’s really a coincidence or if someone deliberately maneuvered that “O” just enough to make the difference. I guess we’ll never know.
I saw this print today in somebody’s house and was totally inspired. It was actually part of a collage; their names were etched above, and a Bible verse was printed below.
I <3 architecture and typography! I'm going to start looking around for some letter shapes in the buildings and structures I see every day. And nature, too. :)
A second picture for my DanvilleType.com idea. :-)
I love the hand-drawn script and the way the text starts all bold and deliberate, then thins and spreads. And by the time it gets to “CHURCH,” it’s a sans-serif block.
I wonder if it’s thematic, or if they went with a freeform, whatever-happens approach. And I wonder about the spacing. And the color choices.
It’s definitely not what you would expect out in the middle of the country.
Cool old neon sign! Not as old as it seems, though. The building was a grocery store way back when I was a little girl. I’m not sure when the video store opened (I’m thinking in the late ’80s), but it’s been closed for some time.
The other day, I told my student, Alexis, that I really liked her dripping font. Then, yesterday, she handed me this. Yay!
I love typography.
There, I said it. And now that it’s out there, I can tell you about the hours upon hours I spent as a kid and teenager writing.
Some of it was writing, as in writing something. A lot of it, though, was just writing anything. It didn’t really matter what the words said that much (although they mostly tended to be either song lyrics or some boy’s name over and over). It was more drawing than writing, I suppose … lettering, I guess you could say. I just wanted to draw the letters and words in all kinds of different ways. Still do.
I stumbled upon the ChicagoType website a number of years ago. It’s a bunch of pictures of signs in Chicago, a bunch of them old and/or hand-done, some in neon. Since then, I can’t get the idea of doing the same for Danville out of my mind.
Every time I pass an old building with fading paint on its old brick, I think, “One day, I should take a picture of that.” When I saw the pictures my dad and brother recently took when they explored a very old building and site, I thought, “Ooh! I need to go take a picture of that sign!”
So I finally did it. I stopped at a sign that I pass every day, one that I always see and think about photographing, and did more than think about it.
I haven’t bought the domain yet or anything, but it’s a start. :-)