I really like looking at typefaces. I like reading about them and how they work. I like looking at them really big and I like it when they are really small. I feel like they are a puzzle that needs to be decoded. I want to read them and connect with them. I want to interact with them.
I like how there are so many different typefaces. They are all different looking but they all look essentially the same. I enjoy talking about type. I like to hear other people talk about type. I like to hear why people used the typeface they did. I like to hear why people dislike certain types.
I like to kern, it feels really good, like it’s the right thing to do. I love the way changing leading changes the mood of a paragraph. I like to copy typefaces in my sketchbook. I really like the way a two-story ‘a’ looks. I like the way there is a break in the number 4 of Din.
I like the way type gives life to words. I like the way type makes words feel special and important. I feel special and important when I read words that look special and important. I like the way space flows in and out of letterforms. Words set in type are stationary but have a sense of motion.
I feel like a good typeface communicates with me on an emotional level, like my thoughts are being linked with the thoughts of the author who originally penned them. Typefaces are romantic, they are ideal. They are these weird, abstract symbols that give order to chaos and become the way we think.