It's a novel. I'm reading it. And so should you. And not just because Chip Kidd is a legendary book designer, or because teh novel features teh life of an art student in the sixties, and not even because Kidd's us eof language is hilarious.
But mostly, because reading about the fictional Graphic Design class IS a Graphic Design Class in and off itself. By the marvelous Chip Kidd, the dashing bastard.
Have this quote from the Graphic Design Professor as further proof:
"A bazillion years ago, some poor son of a bitch Cro-Magnon scratched a drawing of a buffalo onto the wall of his cave. He didn't do it because his muse had called to him, or to explore the texture of bauxit, or to start the neo-primitive-expressionist movement. He did it because he killed a goddamn buffalo and he wanted someone else to know about it, after he was gone. He had a specific, definable purpose for making a piece of visual information. The first one.
Then, at some point in the 19th century, Photography opened up quite the little Pandora's Box. Once we no longer had to depend on drawing and painting to record our existence once they became an option they mutated... into a form of expression. And Art for its own sake, God help us, was born.
But Graphic Design for its own sake will never happen, because the concept cancels itself out a poster about nothing but itself is not Graphic Design, it's... makin' Art"
It's like they rolled McGonagall and Dr Cox into one and made him a Graphic Designer. It's wonderful XD.
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Mood:
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Listening to: Arcade Fire
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Reading: Rurouni Kenshin, The Room, Cheese Monkeys
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Watching: Pride and Prejudice
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Playing: "find the life"....
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Eating: Iffy desserts
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Drinking: Starbux Starbux and then some Starbux