the muttering retreats

Who are some of your favorite graphic designers or major influences?

All time major design influences of mine in no particular order:
Eiko Ishioka

Gunter Rambow

April Greiman
Werner Jeker

Barbara Wojirsch
Peter Saville

Shigeo Fukuda
Maureen Mooren, Daniel Van Der Velden
Alan Fletcher
Peter Miles
Ian Anderson
Laurie Haycock + P. Scott Makela
Mitsuo Katsui

Muriel Cooper
Linda Van Deursen, Armand Mevis

Yusaku Kamakura
Huw Morgan, Paul Neale and Andrew Stevens

frankocean:

SPENDING TIME
SPINNING OUT TOWARD
A DESIRE THAT WASN’T PURE
BORN BEFORE THE VIRUS WAS CURED
PITCH PERFECT
VIOLINS ON THE FLOOR
FAST FORWARD LININGS ON MY SKULL
TYPE OF DESIGN I COULD AFFORD
FAST FORWARD BANDS OUT
GOT THEY HANDS OUT
LIKE THEY’RE ACKNOWLEDGING THE FÜHRER
REWIND NAS TRACK 6
REWIND DANCE CRAZES
READ MY MIND
FREED MY MIND
FEED MY MIND
MAKES SENSE
JUST LIKE MIRRORS ON THE WALL
JUST LIKE SITTING ON ME
RAW IN MIRRORS SEEN IT ALL
COULD MAKE TWO
A PIECE OF MIND
FLICKING ASH
POURING A HALF
DONT POUR IN A GLASS
POUR IT IN FOAM
THAT’S WHITE LIKE EGGSHELLS IN MY OMELETTE
MY EARLOBES ARE YELLOW LIKE THE YOLK IS RUNNING
MY BRAINS ON DRUGS
I STILL HAVE NO PEACE OF MIND
FUCK
WOOF WOOF DOGS IN THE PLACE
LOOSE TOOTH LOST IN THE FRAY
ROOF LOST IN THE WRAITH
ROOF LOST ON THE WAY
FREEWAY
NO ROZAY
BRUTE FORCE
BRUT CHAMPAGNE
TELL THE FRONT DESK TO CUT NEW KEYS
RESERVED IN THE MERCER FOR TWO YEARS
IN TWO SUITES
TOOK OUT THE BED LIKE ITS FUCK SLEEP
ILL SMACK A BITCH LIKE ITS HOT HANDS
FIRED THE LABEL LIKE FUCK BRANDS
COMFORTABLE LOW NIGGA FUCK XANS
COMFORTABLE SLOW WHO THE FUCK RAN
NOTHING IS SWEET
NOTHING IN TANK SWEET
ITS JUST A TANK P
SALT ON A SLUG
SODA ON SLUGGED TEETH
CHEWING ON NOTHING
UR TWEAKING OR SOMETHING
UR REACHING FOR SOMETHING
UR SPEAKING SPEAK UP THEN
UR THINKING UR OVERTHINKING
ONE BLINK AND IM PRECUMMING
THAT COULD TURN EVERY NO ONE
INTO SOMEONE

adequatic:

“Monk played at the Blue Note on 3rd Street with John Ore on bass and the drummer Frankie Dunlop. Sometimes he’d be in there in the afternoon sitting at the piano all alone playing stuff that sounded like Ivory Joe Hunter - a big half-eaten sandwich left on top of his piano. I dropped in there once in the afternoon, just to listen - told him that I played folk music up the street. ‘We all play folk music,’ he said.”

—
Bob Dylan, Chronicles
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1010ll:

https://www.instagram.com/p/Bk7xaE5HM1U/?

I love the way you make me feel

frankocean:

in the late nite

explore-blog:

On January 1, 1941, in the thick of humanity’s darkest hour, John Steinbeck offered this nuanced and ennobling perspective for facing a new year.

crabe-grenouille:

Pablo Picasso, Garçon à la pipe, 1905

When a boy…discovers that he is more given into introspection and consciousness of self than other boys his age, he easily falls into the error of believing it is because he is more mature than they. This was certainly a mistake in my case. Rather, it was because the other boys had no such need of understanding themselves as I had: they could be their natural selves, whereas I was to play a part, a fact that would require considerable understanding and study. So it was not my maturity but my sense of uneasiness, my uncertainty that was forcing me to gain control over my consciousness. Because such consciousness was simply a steppingstone to aberration and my present thinking was nothing but uncertain and haphazard guesswork.

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—	Yukio Mishima, Confessions of a Mask (via dampandghostly)

fisnikjasharii:

Silver Linings Playbook (2012) Dir. David O. Russell.

humansofnewyork:

“I was on a leadership team in 5th grade. At the end of the year we were supposed to take a trip to Washington DC. We held fundraisers and everything. But when it was time to go, I didn’t have the identification papers to buy a plane ticket. So our teacher Ms. Rivera decided that we’d take a bus. Just so I could go too. That trip changed my life. It made me want to be a lawyer. And Ms. Rivera became one of the closest people in my life. She always kept in touch. She basically watched me grow up. One time in high school I got in a huge fight with my mom, and Ms. Rivera came and took me on a long car ride. I started to tell her everything. I told her about a recent break-up, and how I smoked weed, and ‘I did this,’ and ‘I did that.’ She just listened to everything. Then she started telling me about her life too. She told me that she’d been in an abusive relationship. I’d always thought her life was perfect because she was a guidance counselor. But she’d been through so much too. When it was came time to apply for college, Ms. Rivera was the one who helped me apply for DACA. She told me about the TheDream.us scholarship. I didn’t even want to apply. I was ready to give up. I’d just accepted that I’d always work in restaurants like my mom. But Ms. Rivera made me apply. She said: ‘What happened to that girl who wanted to be a lawyer?’ I learned that I got the scholarship in February. They’re paying for my entire college. Ms. Rivera was so proud of me. She kept saying: ‘I told you so.’”

frankocean:

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