Left: Cover of Spoiled, Tom Varisco, 2005; Right: Photograph by Steph Goralnik, 2005.John Updike once wrote that the "itch" to make dark marks on white paper is shared by writers and artists. As for designers, that same itch translates to an utter fascination with the written word. In industry parlance we call this typography, but it might also be said to include anything that resides in that fertile ground between word and message.
As communication goes, signage is perhaps one of the more obvious forms: declarative and in your face, its role isn't to gently cajole or subtly persuade, but to call a spade a spade. A sign particularly a handmade one is a life preserver, a visible siren seeking immediate response. A quick search on
signage in Flickr reveals numerous examples, from bumper stickers to makeshift posters to an international display of graffiti: yet some of the most compelling examples come from not from professionals, but from real people doing real things. And they're doing it with magic markers, poster paint, and ball-point pens.
Type. It's a beautiful thing.
When you're stuck, or in trouble, or maybe just in a hurry, who has time for professional typography? Tom Varisco's exquisite little
book of photographs,
Spoiled, turns its lens on the forgotten refrigerators of New Orleans, post hurricane Katrina. It's a poignant metaphor for loss for pure perishibility and it's rendered through a series of simple photographs of fridges, unmoored and abandoned and still. And this is where the writing comes in: with their facades bearing messages written in anger and haste, the fridge-fronts read as a kind of chorus of plaintive wailings. Somehow, the handwriting anthropomorphizes these impoverished, inanimate objects, making them read as vestigial remnants of the dead: they're vessels for all that's expired.
The recent serious (if decidedly less tragic) New York City transit strike brought on its own signage vigilantes. If urgency was once typified by hailing a cab with a cell phone surgically connected to your ear, last week it was all about the handmade sign: how big, now noticeable, how clearly it made itself known to passersby. Known for their perseverence and street-smarts, many (most?) New Yorkers succeeded in navigating the city, in those frigid, pre-Christmas days, by penning an ingenious assortment of handmade placards. Purposeful and immediate, it's difficult to imagine these "do-it-yourself" signs being improved upon by
typesetting although taken on a case-by-case basis, there's clearly room for
improvement .
Not long after we moved to the country, I went to fill up my car at the gas station one day and came upon a pile of flyers which I felt compelled to send to all of my urban friends. I assumed (wrongly, it turned out) that gentrification was still a remote notion here, in our little village in the Berkshires. And I loved the logo, xeroxed to within an inch of its life like Al was unwittingly chanelling
Peter Girardi.A year later, I found myself again at the local gas station at the start of hunting season, whereupon I saw Al's new and improved sign.
It struck me that in the misguided spirit of (technological) improvement that seems to characterize just about everything, Al had gotten himself and his dead deer to a computer, going from Taxidermy Gothic to Times Roman Bold in one huge, sad sweep. And it's remained with me, this tale of lost typographic innocence: did someone come along and allege that Al's handwriting wasn't up to snuff? I noticed a different phone number: did he sell the business? And why did he retire the rarified four-headed logo from active duty? Maybe he sold it to pay for the deli-slicer.
I concluded that taxidermy is more a transaction than an art form. In any event, Al's need to make dark marks on white paper was negligible. (At the end of the day, he just wanted to sell some meat.) But the post-Katrina refrigerators and weary New York pedestrians weren't selling anything. And maybe that's the point: in the end, efficiency can only take you so far. Without a cell phone, or in a flood, or barred from public transportation, the thing that separates human beings from the animal kingdom is our ability to communicate verbally. If we can't do that, we do it graphically. When all else fails, the pen isn't just mightier than the sword: it
is the sword.
Comments [30]
01.08.06
11:19
By the way, how can you be sure the second flyer is Al's?
01.08.06
12:49
I fondly remember working as a Tower Records employee in my late teens, hand-lettering the LP and CD dividers (now typeset) and painting the big foam-core displays on the wall (now professionally-designed offset-printed posters from the record labels). In an attempt to seem modern and professional they've eliminated the funky charm that was their greatest asset.
I think there's been a trade-off of sorts. Amateur typographers love the computer because they can create professional-looking signs and documents, making their small businesses appear slick and competent. Those of us who miss the craft and human touch inherent in hand-lettering hope to mimic it in our design work, hence the booming business in handwriting, typewriter, grunge and House Industries fonts.
01.08.06
01:06
Only just bought but first couple of essays are very promising.
amazon link here
http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0262633221/qid=1136758879/sr=8-1/ref=pd_bbs_1/002-1642066-2752855?n=507846&s=books&v=glance
in case anyone wants to delve deeper.
01.08.06
05:28
01.09.06
11:39
for me, als first sign is ten times better than the second. the first sign is direct, visually and conceptually cohesive, and includes the business ID, and is promotional. The second is flooded with information, generic, and done on pink paper, obviously a mistake.
01.09.06
12:56
Yeah, what bianca said. But we knew that. Right.
I prefer the previous years flyer.
01.09.06
03:09
01.09.06
03:59
I recently saw a handwritten sign at a cheap brunch buffet that read "Sweat Potato Soup". Needless to say I didn't try it.
01.09.06
04:56
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05:52
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10:24
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11:04
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06:14
01.10.06
11:57
We "read" the hand-done as more genuine and authentic primarily because the majority of us are intimately familiar with the labors involved in setting well-polished type - the TimesNewRomanification of Al's sign is especially hard on the eyes because we're aware of how "quickly" that was tossed off within Word and how the veneer of professionality that Word provides only reaches so far into how well we perceive / receive the message beyond the words on the sign.
On the flip side, Al and business owners like him may have felt conspicuously homespun or "low-rent" simply because they reached for a Sharpie or a Bic instead of calling up the local printer. Kinko's makes an exquisite bank off of all the sole-proprietors, start-ups, and basement office-dwellers out there because it taps into the sense of the same professional veneer that Microsoft Office / Word is promoting.
Folk typography is yet one more thing that takes a trained and cultivated eye to be really affected by - I sincerely wonder how often its true creators are actually that captivated and taken by it.
01.10.06
01:44
I narrowly favor the first one, but only because of the logo. It makes it feel grounded and acceptable, like Al's a legitimate guy for this service. Otherwise, I'd envision Al cleaning deer on the side of the highway in his truck bed.
I think this is 6 of one, a half dozen of the other when it comes to thse flyers and Al's business. I say bring back the logo! Assuming, of course, it's the same guy.
01.11.06
12:17
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01.12.06
10:16
Nostalgia is, I think, seductive but ultimately, it's really just a kind of trap. Or as Art Buchwald once said: "If you're hung up on nostalgia, pretend today is yesterday and just go out and have one hell of a time."
01.12.06
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02.09.06
04:48
"The designer selects" (after duChamp)
02.14.06
11:09
ago ... is this a reprint?
04.10.09
01:58