Typography! I love it. I have always loved it, and that is not hyperbole. I remember doodling letters from a very early age. I am intrigued by the forced design recognition of typography. You literally cannot, not notice the design, if you want to read what you are looking at anyway. I am also fascinated that, even with lifetimes of use, typography continues to make the ordinary, extraordinary. I find it magical.
Chess! I don’t understand it. I have never understood it. I remember as a child being fascinated by the ornate kings, queens, and horse-heads of my grandfather chess set. I also remember being amazed that anything could be turned into a chess set; civil war figures, Hello Kitty, even the Simpsons. I would get in such trouble when my mother found my Grandfather’s knights flying around in the Millennium Falcon. Yes, I will freely admit I see chess much like I did back then, another alien in the Star Wars universes.
That is why I wanted to share this limited addition type(chess)set from hat-trick in London.
While I will never play a game, at least not well, these clean, acrylic pieces will look fantastic as art in my home. Two eternal foes, ever battle ready and looking fantastic.