jewelry store

i sweat this script SO hard!
it's so elegant and lovely and just absolutely beautiful. it's the type of script i'd sit around writing lazily in a notebook if i didn't have to work at a job to eat.

i just kind of picture myself sitting under a tree, near a lake, with a cold beer, grass between my toes, girlfriend near by, sketch pad in hand, just doodling scripts like this one.

it's got that beautiful hand quality that i love, and the metalic finish adhered to glass just makes me smile.

i've never even been in the store. [i don't even think i've been around it when it's open!] but it reaks of gaudy, over the top, old lady jewelry. old money, and class you can't buy.

ok, i'll stop the gushing here.

best,
>n

windsor terrace

so these are some shots from a section of brooklyn that's not my own.

i'm sort of hooked on this whole "working type" idea. i don't know why, but it's some weird philosophical thing that i can't seem to get past.

in any case, these are a few examples of some excellent signage that's in an area of brooklyn called windsor terrace. it's considered quite working class, i mean, as far as any area in brooklyn goes these days. but its super close to prospect park, so it's actually quite beautiful. well, the park is quite beautiful.

ugh, enough with the socioeconomic crap, i'm not in the mood.

enjoy the shots.
maybe ill update this post at some other point when i'm not feeling like a complete tool.

>n

workin' font

yeah, like a prostitute...

>n

cursive

quite a broad title, i agree.

but cursive is such an nyc institution almost.

it's seriously been a passion of mine for years now. no joke, i have the worst, no really, THE WORST hand writing in the world. ok, well, in the english language. but i've spent more time doodling proper scripts than i care to admit.

in any case, there are soooooo many amazing examples of beautiful scripts throughout the city, that i can not possibly attempt to document them all.

soooooo... if anyone had any, send 'em in!!!

these 2 are some fine examples of cursives that are quite common in this fair city. they are in the common, work a day function of type that i love so much.

one is from the front of a souvenir shop near the empire state building, and the other is from the pediment of a luxury [now at least] building not far off washington square park.

they are both working examples of type.

i fucking LOVE this shit!!!

>n