Monday, November 12, 2007

It's about time

I've been meaning to do this for some time now and have tried to make a post before (once I even made it as far as a full post that has been sitting in the drafts section of the blog for weeks). Thanks to a few friendly requests, I have finally been able to motivate myself to show a bit of what I've been doing over the last month:

The course thus far has been full of a fairly diverse mix of classes that range from being vaguely-related to fully interconnected. This is one aspect of the program that I really like. Even within such a specific discipline as Type Design, there are lots of avenues to specialize in, and the onus is on the student to figure out how the diverse topics we are covering might be able to relate to one another.

Another aspect of the program that I really enjoy is that it is incredibly easy to see the outcome of your efforts. It does not take long before you are able to visually see the results of what you are being taught. Even two months into the course I am able to arrange 10 sheets of calligraphy side by side in chronological order and take note of how far my writing has come. That being said, the progression is slow and you might say it's come from being outright atrocious to slightly less atrocious.

So, I suppose you all want to take a look at what I've been doing. There is a lot of stuff to show, so trying to describe it all in one post would be too much, so I'll try to post a few times over the next few days and each time show a different project we are working on.

Like I've said before, a lot of the first semester of the course is based on small assignments and many of these small assignments are based around writing. I have already mentioned that every week we do calligraphy exercises. The idea behind this is to understand through practice why the majority of our letterforms look the way they do and how different materials have influenced these shapes. Here are a few snapshots of two recent pages of calligraphy; one with the broad nib pen (first) and the other with the pointed pen (second). You can see how a small change in the pen shape has a huge bearing on the shapes of the letterforms. (I apologize in advance for the quality of images. It's late.)




In the past few weeks we've begun an ongoing activity in sketching letters, based largely on the models discovered through calligraphy. To do this, one of our teachers has been a little java application called Type Cooker which, when loaded, outputs a random series of variables specifying the characteristics of letterforms. For instance, it gives values for the type of construction (roman, italic), the type of contrast (broad nib, pointed pen, transitional, brush), the amount of contrast (none at all to extremely high), the various proportions of letters, and a few special characteristics (for newsprint, for display, must contain 1 ligature, can only contain straight lines, etc).

The premise of the assignment is that we all have our own set of sensibilities we will immediately gravitate towards when beginning to draw type. The purpose of the typecooker is to give a random list of 'ingredients' that will push us to think of letters we would not otherwise consider. The idea is to sketch quickly, so some are better than others:

(short ascenders, thin stroke, no contrast, rounded terminals, 1 ligrature, narrow, etc)

(italic, low contrast, thin, slight compressed, 1 ligature, long ascenders, long descenders)

(long ascenders, narrow, high contrast, wedge serifs, brush contrast, two ligatures)
(long ascenders, medium contrast, pointed pen, can only contain straight lines)


(swash initial, pointed pen, italic, low contrast, slab serifs) * yes, the serif on the d is going the wrong way.


The last thing I'll show in the vein of drawing/sketching is an assignment we did recently to understand how contrast works according to Gerrit Noordzij's theory in "the Stroke of the Pen". The idea was to explore the way in which low contrast (less difference between thick and thin strokes) letters are made by thickening the thin strokes of a letter drawn with a pointed pen or broad nib pen, and how high contrast letters are made by thickening the thick strokes of letters drawn the same way. The first drawing is what I deemed to be normal contrast, the second is the low contrast version made by thickening the thin strokes, and the last is the high contrast version made by thickening the thick strokes.


As you can tell, there is a huge emphasis on learning by doing and this is also one of the really strong points of the program. If I was to describe it to someone interested in going, I would say that you really gain an intimate understanding of the construction and shape of letterforms by making them yourself. The last example of this, which I will hopefully be able to post tomorrow, is stone carving. Starting three week ago, we have an 11 week course in stone carving. Again, the idea is that by constructing letterforms using historical models, you can begin to understand a bit about why letters look the way they do and how to make use of these conventions to create new and innovative type designs.

Anything to do around here?


For the third and final weekend of visiting with Ross' family, we met up in Paris to celebrate Brian's birthday. I can't believe we've been to Paris twice in the past three months. Who do we think we are? The Rockefellers?

The hotel we stayed in was located at the Arc de Triomphe. This proved to be very convenient for us. Friday, our first night in the city, we went to the top as the sun was setting.



This is what the chaos of the traffic circle around it looks like from the top.


Saturday we overheard the end of a ceremony where they were raising a gigantic flag in the center. The delicate flag moving in the midst of this fortress was a very powerful sight.


Sunday morning, Ross' mom heard a marching band outside. Sure enough, a service for Armistice Day was starting to take place at the Arc, with the Champs-Élysées as the procession route. We hurried down and took our place on the street. The security was extremely high; there were police everywhere. In order to stand along the street, you had to be scanned with a metal detector. At the top of the Arc you could seen guards standing in twos watching all below. There were screens all along the Champs-Élysées showing first the procession, and then later the President Sarkozy's speech and the service, so everyone could have a view of what was happening.

Obviously everything was in French, but it was still meaningful to listen to, as we all know the themes of November 11th. If anything, it allowed us to interpret it however we chose.

After the service, Sarkozy walked around and shook hands with people in the crowd. As he was doing this, film footage from France's archives of WW1 was shown, while a boy's choir sang in the background. It was beautiful.

After Sarkozy was finished, he was hurried into his car which we had plain sight of. I knew this was my one chance to get a photo of him, so I stood on my tiptoes and raised my camera high above my head and snapped this impressive work of photographic genius:


I can assure you, at least one of those legs belongs to him.

Following the motorcade was the procession back. In the background you can see the screen we watched the service on.







It truly was an amazing sight.

This morning, our train left for The Hague at 7am, meaning it was a very early start for us. The only benefit of being on the metro at the crack of dawn is that you actually get a seat.


We have had so much fun these last few weekends jaunting off to meet up with Ross' parents, but unfortunately it can't last forever. As Ross' dad so eloquently stated, "We are not the Rockefellers. . . We are the Milnes."

Next weekend we'll just be in The Hague, but we're looking forward to that, too.

Monday, November 5, 2007

België

This past weekend I tagged along with Ross' class to a design conference in Antwerp, Belgium. I think Ross is going to post about the conference itself, so here are some of the other highlights.

This is one of Ross' classmates, with the girlfriend of another classmate on the train into Antwerp. They acted as though the perfect coordination of their clothing to the interior of the train was a coincidence.


I was really excited about Antwerp and have heard many good things about it. We were only there for one night, and due to the conference, didn't see much of the city itself. Ross' parents were also in Antwerp and had seen enough by the time we got there.


Is was perfectly atmospheric.

We had the best dinner at an Italian restaurant. The owner was such a nice man who spoke many languages, but none of them were English. I guess he didn't approve of the way I was eating my spaghetti vongole, as he ripped the fork out of my hand and showed me the proper way to twirl noodles. I can't believe a gal who grew up eating at the Colander had to go to Belgium to learn how to spin spaghetti. Shame on me!


Everywhere there was evidence that it was once a very rich city. This was a golden mall that Ross and I came across while looking for a washroom.

But most of the parts of the city we saw have seen better days.

The transit system was so dated and . . . foreign. A "control board" is at every tram stop, and supposedly tells us info about the tram routes, but I don't have a bloody clue how to read this blinking thing.


Some features of our hotel were downright frightening. . .


. . . but it's not like they didn't try.


I'd like to see Antwerp again. I don't feel I saw enough of it to really jump to any conclusions.


We went to the beautiful Brussels for the Saturday night to be with Ross' parents. This time we had mussels! They were delicious.


There are a few narrow streets in Belgium that lined with seafood restaurants for tourists. The waiters working in the restaurants try to solicit to you eat at their establishment, and use interesting tactics to get the attention of passer-bys. During our meal, the waiter from a nearby restaurant was alternating between cock-a-doodle-dooing and yelling "I am sexy!" (And no, he wasn't.)


The spire of Brussels' stadhuis, in the breathtaking Grand Place.





After dinner, we went for Belgian beer. Sitting beside me at our table was this life-size mannequin wearing a WWII uniform. I felt obligated to include him in our conversation, and would turn to look at him, and it would take me a moment to remember he was just a dummy.

He was wearing a Remembrance Day poppy with a Canadian flag in the center. Hanging above his head is a marionette holding a cross-bow. Looking back, this is probably the creepiest table in all of Brussels.


We toured Brussels on the top of a convertible double-decker bus. I know you're thinking, "I can't believe the weather was good enough for that!" Well, I can assure you, it wasn't. It was fine in the midst of traffic, but when that bus got going on the highway, we were freezing. But it was worth it. (Although I'm not sure that's what the man sitting beside Gordon is thinking.)


The Atomium is probably my favorite thing about Brussels. But as we all know, I have a soft spot for big things. This is about as big as they come. Built in 1958 for the World's Fair, this is a replication of an atom of iron crystal magnified 165 billion times. Isn't it cool?


Ross at Brussels Zuid.


Last but not least, I kept seeing this poster around. I don't have the slightest clue what it's for.


So, what are you?

Thursday, November 1, 2007

Dim Sum

View of the inside of a floating Chinese restaurant that can seat 700 before sinking, from the perspective of the rotating centerpiece.

Wednesday, October 31, 2007

We're Back!


Ross' Mom & Dad are currently visiting, and we were lucky enough to spend the weekend with them in Amsterdam with Brian (Ross' brother). It was my third and Ross' fourth time to Amsterdam, but we definitely got to see more of it than we have before.


Most of the time we were walking around and trying to avoid being run over by a cyclist, or else we were drinking coffee, beer or wine. In other words, we had a great time.



Amsterdam is so beautiful, it doesn't seem real. We went on an evening canal tour, saw the Van Gogh museum, went to the Anne Frank Huis (where Anne Frank was in hiding with her family during the WWII, and where she wrote her diary), ate at some wonderful restaurants. Other than that, we just wandered around and soaked it all in.

We randomly came across this typographer's studio. He warmly welcomed us inside and showed us around his incredibly cluttered studio, and we left with souvenirs (one we bought, and one we were given.)

It was a great weekend, with great company. This weekend we're going to Antwerp, and will again meet up with Ross' parents.

Update

The man that was arrested at gunpoint in front of the window of my office yesterday was apparently a Belgian fugitive. He was currently serving a sentance of 12 years for shooting a police officer, plus another 27 for armed robbery.

He escaped jail by holding a guard hostage and stealing his uniform on Sunday evening. He then escaped on a helicopter. He then made his way into The Hague, robbed a bank, and was chased into the area my work is. He tried to run into the CabFab building, but was (thankfully!) stopped by locked doors. Because this part of The Hague is a maze of industrial properties, factories and canals, it's a dead end. He was eventually cornered by the police and arrested in front of our studio window.

This is a link to a Dutch news site which describes what I've written above. The photos that are on the site were taken with a mobile phone from one of the employees at another studio. It is the exact view I had of the incident.

CabFab is buzzing this morning. Bizarre.

PS: Happy Halloween! It's not really celebrated here, which makes me sad. The attitude is that putting on a costume to get drunk is stupid and commercial. Well, if you put it that way . . .

Tuesday, October 30, 2007

Stop what you're doing and put your hands up.

As you can guess, Ross & I have been really busy lately. We've both been working constantly, and then spent the last weekend in Amsterdam with his parents. It was wonderful, and I'll post pictures maybe tomorrow. In the meantime, though, I though I'd share a detail of my afternoon.

Around 4pm I was sitting at my desk at work, and gazed out the window to watch the barges float by. All of a sudden, a policeman pointing a gun runs past the window. I yelled out "Oh my God!" as my boss and I run to the window to witness five policemen converge on one man. As they all pointed their guns at him, he got to the ground, surrendered his gun, and they arrested him. Supposedly the man fired a shot at the policeman but we didn't hear it.

So, I know you're all wondering what the hell kind of ghetto-neighborhood I work in, but I can assure you this was freakier than the freakiest accident ever. The Hague makes Vancouver look like South-Central L.A., and this was probably the only shooting in the city's 400-year history. I had a front row seat!

Dramz!