Refresh those stylesheets, folks. “Operation: My Last Design Was Okay But Ultimately Unsatisfying So Now I’m Starting Over” has wrapped.
If you’re looking around and realize I might be a little crazy, that’s fine. This is really the direction I wanted to go originally, but nixed it in favor of the more subdued and responsible-looking Hot Chocolate design. Not that there’s anything wrong with subdued and responsible-looking.
Design is fun. Sometimes it’s easy to forget that when you’re working inside a lot of constraints, so it’s vital to have a personal design space where you can paint the walls ochre, plant a ficus in the middle of the room and use your bathtub to brew root beer — if you want. The point is, expressing yourself is fun. Sometimes it doesn’t even make complete sense. There’s just a gut instinct, and you follow it. Sink or swim.
I wanted to get back to my illustration roots, and the fish just wasn’t doing it for me. That one spot of hand-drawn goodness seemed sequestered and alien, probably because, overall, I wasn’t seeing what I wanted. While there’s still only one hand-drawn graphic in this design (at present, that would be the robot), there are plenty of other typographic and design elements that bolster the doodle/sketchbook concept going on here. There was a lot that worked in the last design, and you’ll see some of that transitioned and adapted here.
So have a look around. I hope you come back often.
Volkher Hofmann » 4299 days ago #
A totally (!) unrelated anecdote re ”[...] use your bathtub to brew root beer—if you want”, just because it popped into my head when I read that.
I used to play in a pretty cool band. When we split up, I lost track of the guys and it wasn’t until 14 years later that I ran into the guitarist again, who had turned into a total dope head, to boot.
I went to visit him and stayed at his place for a while, recording stuff and revisiting old times (he was and still is a great and very gifted guitarist). He was taking loving care of his dad (who had been incredibly mean to him when I knew the family more than a decade before), who was suffering from Alzheimer’s.
Anywho. He was growing pot in the bathtub. Lots of it. Upstairs. Safe from his dad, who couldn’t make it up the stairs if he tried (and didn’t know what the hell those plants were anyways).
While I was there, one morning, I heard this demented mewling sound coming from said bathroom. Apparently, in the middle of the night, when we were rockin’ the house in the basement studio, his dad had made it up the stairs and had taken a shower in that bathtub. For about three hours. To say that the weed farm had been hit by the Chinese water demon (and trampled underfoot) is an understatement.
I fell over backwards when I went into the bathroom, saw the devestated dope head, staring at the damage, with this incredibly sad and twisted face expression.
Now there’s someone who might have fared better if he had brewed root beer in the bathtub.
[Sorry for the intrusion. I’ll leave again. Feel free to delete this].
Jared Christensen » 4299 days ago #
JJ – Archive.org has been useless for over a year now. They never picked up the pink design either. Someone needs to give them a kick in the pants. ;) Oh, and the Plugged In links and my del.icio.us links are separate things.
Volkher – Amazing what one phase will trigger in your mind, eh?
Lea – I hate you too. ;) Um, as long as hate is the new respect, that is.
Josh – Skippy is back. Hide your women and clam chowder.
Glad everyone is digging the new paint.