Hello, Mister Kafka

(FF Mis­ter K spec­i­men, from Font­Font on Behance.)

Sadly, infor­ma­tion online regard­ing Julia Sys­mäläi­nen‘s FF Mis­ter K—beyond regur­gi­tat­ing the orig­i­nal press release—appears sparse, save for an excel­lent post on the Font Feed. The abridged ver­sion: Ms. Sys­mäläi­nen, of eden­spiek­er­mann, struck by the grace of Franz Kafka’s hand­writ­ing has dig­i­tized the script for our enjoy­ment. The fam­ily con­sists of three faces, Reg­u­lar, Onstage and Crossout, each with exten­sive lig­a­tures and alternates.

Please take this as fur­ther evi­dence of my grow­ing love affair with Open­Type hand­writ­ing faces.

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Job Security? Become a Pressman

Print­ing as a voca­tion attracts many young and women, because it offers real oppor­tu­ni­ties for steady work, good pay and advancement.

Job secu­rity, sta­ble earn­ings. Sounds good. Per­haps you’d like to cross-​​train on a Lino­type machine.

For the record, I think about this line of edu­ca­tion every day.

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Honour to the Woods Unshorn

Robin Hood Gardens. Photo by Flickr user joseph_beuys_hat. Used under Creative Commons non-commercial license.

(Robin Hood Gar­dens. Photo by Flickr user joseph_​beuys_​hat.)

While Paris pon­ders it’s future, Lon­don is exam­in­ing it’s past, seek­ing the destruc­tion of a bru­tal­ist mod­ern hous­ing com­plex, designed by Ali­son and Peter Smith­son in the 1960s.

My first view of Robin Hood Gar­dens was from across a busy road­way. The com­plex is sur­rounded by a ring of for­bid­ding con­crete walls tilted out­ward to block out noise. Just beyond this ring, ramps lead to under­ground park­ing, form­ing a kind of moat between the build­ings and the street. The facades are in decrepit shape. Even on a rare sunny Lon­don day the project’s famous con­crete walk­ways, which the Smith­sons called “streets in the air,” look gray and melan­choly. The rows of con­crete mul­lions, a play on Mies van der Rohe’s steel I-​​beams, give the façade the aura of a medieval fortification.

Inside, ten­ants of Robin Hood Gar­dens ride claus­tro­pho­bic ele­va­tors to reach their apart­ments. When the ele­va­tors break down, they climb a dank, air­less stair­well. A bar­rier that runs up the cen­ter of the stair­case makes it impos­si­ble to see what’s around the cor­ner, so you worry that you are about to get mugged each time you reach a land­ing. The expe­ri­ence only rein­forces the iso­la­tion of the mostly poor immi­grants who live here. [Nico­lai Ouroussoff/​New York Times]

Com­plaints of esca­lat­ing crime and neglect have placed this par­tic­u­lar devel­op­ment on watch as liv­ing con­di­tions degrade. An easy solu­tion is to blame the build­ing—to uproot the com­mu­nity and replace and renew. These solu­tions over­look the root cause in favour of the quick-​​fix, leav­ing in place the exist­ing prob­lems over­laid on a newer, shinier infrastructure—or the sys­tem­atic dis­place­ment of the exist­ing com­mu­nity via the process of gentrification.

Jane Jacobs describes the urban renewal of Man­hat­tan in the 1950s:

Well what was get­ting imme­di­ately under my skin was this mad spree of decep­tions and van­dal­ism and waste that was called urban renewal. And the way it had been adopted like a fad and peo­ple were so mind­less about it and so dis­hon­est about what was being done. That’s what ticked me off, because I was work­ing for an archi­tec­tural mag­a­zine and I saw all this first hand and I saw how the most awful things were being excused. […]

They could jus­tify it because urban renewal was a greater good, so they would bare false wit­ness for this greater good. Why was this a greater good? Every­body knew it because slums are bad. But this isn’t a slum. Oh well. You know, the whole thing. They didn’t care how things worked any­more. That was part of it. That was part of what was mak­ing me so angry. Also they didn’t seem to care what part truth and untruths had in these things. That’s part of how things work. And do you care about it. [Jane Jacobs, inter­viewed by Jim Kun­stler, Metrop­o­lis Mag­a­zine 03/​2001]

The sys­tem­atic era­sure of Mod­ernism in favour of the style du jour, the process of which fos­ters the cre­ation of a new com­mu­nity of dias­pora, is far from the most cor­rect solu­tion to the prob­lems of Robin Hood Gar­dens. I beg you remem­ber the count­less exam­ples world­wide where mod­ernism thrives, and draw your own conclusions.

Simon Fraser University. Photo by Flickr user devlyn. Used under Creative Commons non-commercial license.

(Simon Fraser Uni­ver­sity. Photo by Flickr user dev­lyn.)

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Brickworks

A few shots from my recent trip to Toronto.

This is the Don Val­ley Brick­works, presently under re-​​construction at the hands of the Ever­green Foun­da­tion, as of Decem­ber 8th. No stranger to tres­pass­ing, I missed my chance to get inside this amaz­ing space, as the site was indeed quite busy.

Despite the pos­i­tive notion of adap­tive reuse, tak­ing form with a sum­mer mar­ket, and Evergreen’s own Cen­tre for Urban Sus­tain­abil­ity, instead of con­tin­ued aban­don­ment, or inevitable bulldozing–I did note the occa­sional dis­sent­ing (‘Ever­greed’) graf­fiti pep­per­ing the site (as have oth­ers, evi­dently.)

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Victoria Burnout

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The houses and busi­nesses of Vic­to­ria Park are slowly being felled one at a time as the vic­tims of neglect, mis­use, and encroach­ing devel­op­ment. For the last few years I’ve taken it upon myself to doc­u­ment what remains, along with their some­times gen­tle and some­times vio­lent dis­in­te­gra­tion. There isn’t much left.

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An Expression of Joy


BMW is work­ing with South African artist Robin Rhode to pro­mote the BMW brand, the Z4 Road­ster, and osten­si­bly Rhode’s own work with another instal­la­tion of their long-​​running part­ner­ship with the arts via it’s BMW Art Cars program.

Rhode has pre­vi­ously come to light when Nike SB took heavy ‘inspi­ra­tion’ from his pieces as the basis of a series of adver­tis­ments fea­tur­ing Paul Rodriguez.

His work with BMW on the sur­face appears to be a long stretch from his foun­da­tion as a per­for­mance artist, in many cases being site-​​specific. In ‘Leak’ (2000), Rhode refenced Duchamp’s ready­made ‘Foun­tain’ (1917) by uri­nat­ing on a hand-​​drawn uri­nal inscribed on the wall of Cape Town’s South African National Gallery. Fur­ther:

Rhode’s visual and con­cep­tual alpha­bet is built around issues of desire, loss, and dis­lo­ca­tion in a cap­i­tal­ist world while also acknowl­edg­ing the spe­cific indig­ni­ties of grow­ing up “col­ored” in for­merly apartheid South Africa. For instance, Park Bench (2000) was a life-​​size draw­ing of said object on the wall of the Par­lia­ment build­ing in Cape Town, in an area that used to be off-​​limits to all but white South Africans. Dressed in dark, hooded cloth­ing asso­ci­ated with trouble-​​making youths, Rhode then pro­ceeded to loi­ter around his bench and was even­tu­ally arrested for defam­ing state prop­erty. [–Walker Art]

It would seem to me BMW wants des­per­ately to iden­tify with Rhode’s rebel­lious streak. I see that more to be a rep­re­sen­ta­tion of the BMW of old, rather than the newer, softer BMW, but being a BMW vin­tage fan (and owner), I sus­pect I’m a bit biased.

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No Letter Is An Island

Type sample by Luciano Perondi.

Type sample by Luciano Perondi.

Regard­ing the design of char­ac­ters, I believe it is espe­cially essen­tial to do so by hand, where one can observe the cal­li­graphic char­ac­ter. […Work­ing dig­i­tally] lim­its of the very vision of the designer. In any case I believe that the design of char­ac­ters is a com­plex issue and should be [evo­lu­tion­ary, so as] not to over-​​design. In design­ing courses I choose a spe­cific topic, but very wide and with just a mod­er­ate amount of restric­tions and para­me­ters to be met, because vio­lat­ing the rules is eas­ier than cre­at­ing alone, and the most orig­i­nal fol­low the oppo­site path. [–Trans­la­tion via Google, with some cleanup. Orig­i­nal.]

I’ve spent the evening search­ing and turned up very lit­tle English-​​language infor­ma­tion on this face, much less exam­ples in use. Com­mis­sioned by the Uni­ver­sità Iuav di Venezia, and designed by Luciano Per­ondi in 2004 for use in Venice’s wayfind­ing sys­tems, it’s not read­ily appar­ent to me if this face was ever actively used for way­far­ing in the pub­lic realm. That said, I’m awfully enam­oured with Min­io­type‘s char­ac­ter at large sizes, and sur­pris­ingly del­i­cate grace when set small.

We think of signs–the task is to bring a per­son from one place to another but can be [visu­ally] very strong, even evoca­tive. Per­haps we need to reas­sure the user of a dan­ger, or sim­ply make them feel com­fort­able in an ele­gant place. [These are] mes­sages that are not attrib­ut­able solely to writ­ing, but also to a form of rhetoric of another type; a sec­ond level of read­ing. [–As before.]

I may be late to the party, but I’m will­ing to sug­gest Luciano Per­ondi, and his type­faces, just gained a new fan.

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Invaded

Tor­b­jørn Brundt­land, the other half, goes on to con­found the sim­plic­ity of Berge’s descrip­tion, “Mak­ing this new album was like min­ing in the moun­tains. When you think of a mine you think of one that is already many kilo­me­tres deep, and peo­ple work inside it. But some­times one has to start a new mine, so you start dig­ging the crust of the earth. And we had to find a good spot to start dig­ging. [Pre­fix]

While I’m not at all sure what that means, I can say “Happy Up Here”—the impres­sive CG video for the first sin­gle on Röyksopp’s third album, Junior—is directed by Reuben Suther­land, a design school dropout who has pre­vi­ously worked with The Doves, T-​​Mobile, and others.

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Picture Book

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I live in a neigh­bour­hood of brew­eries, rail-​​yards, and free­ways. I fall asleep to the sound of diesel-​​electric engines, and awake to the rum­ble of approach­ing jet­lin­ers. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

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