I’m always amazed at how title design has evolved throughout history. Smashing Magazine has a tidy little round-up of title design trends from the past century.
By Michael Ward
Gromit sits in an old armchair knitting a scarf with a bone pattern on it.
David Foster Wallace sits in a second old armchair reading theEvening Post, ironically. His facial expression can best be described as ‘withering neutrality.’ Quaint-sounding music is tinkling out of a quaint-looking radio in a not un-quaint sort of way.
D.F.W.: And but so I think I’ll go get some cheese, Gromit.
Gromit raises eyebrows as if to say, “Oh, will you?”
D.F.W.: Yes, indeed, Gromit. It’s time for cheese. And not cheese in, like, the capital-C Cheese kind—the kind that you’d expect to find in some farcically smelling fromagerie on the left bank of the Seine about two clicks east of the Sorbonne on a rainy Sunday that seems to encapsulate the entire history of French intellectualism [sic] —but more of like some good old-fashioned American über-processed cheddar that is almost less cheese than just plain representation of the entire super-structure of American culture.
Gromit lowers one eyebrow as if to say, “I understand your unnecessarily esoteric point, and I hope you’ll bring me some of this cheese.”
That’s right. New photo in which I’m super pumped about life, apparently.