saturday, march 13th, 2010
Here it is, kiddies, #3 in the series as it stands thus far. But instead of trying to summon even more pretentious, explanatory garbage, I thought I'd spend the rest of this post on the lyrics to the theme song from Perfect Strangers (emphasis and notes added):
Sometimes the world looks perfect; nothing to rearrange.
Sometimes you just... get a feeling, like you need some kind of change.
No matter what the odds are this time, nothing's gonna stand in my way.
This flame in my heart, and a long lost friend,
gives every dark street a light at the end!
(swelling crescendo of exhilarating strings)
Standing taaaaaall! on the wings of my dreams.
Rise and faaaaaall! on the wings of my dreams.
The rain and thunder,
the wind and haze,
I'm bound for better days.
aaaahhh-aaahhhhhh!
It's my life, and my dream, and nothing's gonna stop me now.
I can't imagine a more appropriate way to set the tone for a show that's primarily about a foriegn guy mispronouncing American expressions and brand names, can you?
saturday, march 13th, 2010
I've got a horrible suspicion that this piece in particular is gonna change like 50 times before it's finished, but I'll take my chances and post it anyway. I like the idea of sharing this series as I work on it.
The concept behind Broken By Design is the combination of increasingly intricate vector imagery and very simple 3D geometry in such a way that neither medium is the primary focus. My goal is a look that feels simultaneously flat and nuanced, best exemplified by the deliberate fragmenting of these otherwise flowing and ornate patterns (hence the name). I've always felt that true artistry lies in neither creation nor destruction, but a thoughtful balance of the two.
Then again, I also think "Dancing Queen" by ABBA is the undisputed apex of mankind's musical achievement.
friday, march 12th, 2010
This is the first stab at the first piece in a series I began spontaneously working on today. In other words, I'm now three levels deep in the winding, sinuous labyrinth I call life as an attention deficit designer.
I totally came up with "attention deficit designer" on the spot, by the way. That's cleverness that verges on the mathematical.
Anyway, the body count is getting a little worrisome: the time travel project is on hold to design a typeface which is now itself on hold so I can crank out whatever this new thing is. Yikes. And I haven't so much as touched my Harry Potter/Sex and the City crossover fan fiction novel in months! God, I can't even remember if I was planning on making Samantha a Gryffindor or a Hufflepuff.
What I'm trying to say is that I need a personal assistant. Do they make robots for that yet?
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