Monday, May 2nd, 2011
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Horrorthon Posts
My esteemed co-writer Barney Miller (right) and myself at the reception for the 2011 Mystery Writers’ Association of America Edgar Awards Banquet last Thursday. Our book was nominated for the Young Adult category but didn’t win. Who cares! The whole thing was such a total blast (and the guy who DID win our category started writing in his sixties and cried when he accepted the award, so how cool is that?). Barney and I also participated in a panel discussion the day before, which was actually a great conversation about mysteries and horror (and will be available as online video at some point in the vague future). Anyway what a night!
Monday, April 11th, 2011
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Horrorthon Posts
Thursday, February 17th, 2011
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Horrorthon Posts
No, not the odious M. Night Shyamalan movie (“My son leaves half-empty glasses of water around! And these mimes in leotards are harmed by water—that must be why they came to Earth, a planet that’s 80% water! It’s a miracle that restores my faith!” ) but my own photographs of signs I like. I’ve been interested in typography and design all my life and I’ve always been intrigued by older, largely-handmade signs that embody an advanced understanding of form, color, proportion and typographical beauty (even if the signmakers are just reproducing the trends of the day).
I started assembling these pictures a while ago, Photoshopping them only so as to remove the linear perspective from the original photographs and make everything rectilinear (and to remove the surrounding material). I started doing this in black-and-white but I just re-did the whole thing in color and it’s definitely good-looking that way. (I’ve got a bunch more that I haven’t finished yet; this is very much a “work in progress.”) I’d be interested in any opinions on color vs. black and white (or on anything else).
Black and white: http://www.jordanorlando.com/ns/signs
Color: http://www.jordanorlando.com/ns/signs_color
And oh yeah…spoiler warning on Signs. Just think: You could have had your mind blown by the incredible half-empty glasses of water that the leotard-clad mimes are susceptible to (Who would have guessed?), and now I’ve gone and ruined it.
