Adams designed by Riccardo Fresch
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20/24 pt
Las piquetas de los gallos cavan buscando la aurora, cuando por el monte oscuro baja Soledad Montoya.
12/14,5 pt
Vengo a buscar lo que busco, mi alegría y mi persona. Soledad de mis pesares, caballo que se desboca al fin encuentra la mar y se lo tragan las olas. No me recuerdes el mar, que la pena negra brota en las tierras de aceituna bajo el rumor de las hojas.
7/8,5 pt
Soledad: lava tu cuerpo con agua de las alondras, y deja tu corazón en paz, Soledad Montoya. Por abajo canta el río: volante de cielo y hojas. Con flores de calabaza, la nueva luz se corona.
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11/13 pt
Many years later, as he faced the firing squad, Colonel Aureliano Buendia was to remember that distant afternoon when his father took him to discover ice. At that time Macondo was a village of twenty adobe houses, built on the bank of a river of clear water that ran along a bed of polished stones, which were white and enormous, like prehistoric eggs. The world was so recent that many things lacked names, and in order to indicate them it was necessary to point. Every year during the month of March a family of ragged gypsies would set up their tents near the village, and with a great uproar of pipes and kettledrums they would display new inventions. First they brought the magnet. A heavy gypsy with an untamed beard and sparrow hands, who introduced himself as MelquĂades, put on a bold public demonstration of what he himself called the eighth wonder of the learned alchemists of Macedonia.
28/34 pt
IT WAS INEVITABLE: 12/14,5 pt
the scent of bitter almonds always reminded him of the fate of unrequited love. Dr. Juvenal Urbino noticed it as soon as he entered the still darkened house where he had hurried on an urgent call to at tend a case that for him had lost all urgency many years before. The Antillean refugee Jeremiah de Saint−Amour, disabled war veteran, photographer of children, and his most sympathetic opponent in chess, had escaped the torments of memory with the aromatic fumes of gold cyanide. He found the corpse covered with a blanket on the campaign cot where he had always slept, and beside it was a stool with the developing tray he had used to vaporize the poison. On the floor, tied to a leg of the cot, lay the body of a black Great Dane with a snow− white chest, and next to him were the crutches.
8/9,5 pt At one window the splendor of dawn was just beginning to illu− minate the stifling, crowded room that served as both bedroom and laboratory, but there was enough light for him to recognize at once the authority of death. The other windows, as well as every other chink in the room, were muffled with rags or sealed with black cardboard, which increased the oppressive heaviness. A counter was crammed with jars and bottles without labels and two crumbling pewter trays under an ordinary light bulb covered with red paper. The third tray, the one for the fixative solution, was next to the body. There were old magazines and newspapers everywhere, piles of negatives on glass plates, broken furniture, but everything was kept free of dust by a diligent hand. Although the air coming through the window had purified the atmosphere, there still remained for the one who could identify it the dying embers of hapless love in the bitter almonds. Dr. Juvenal Urbino had often thought, with no premonitory intention, that this would not be a propitious place for dying in a state of grace. But in time he came to suppose that perhaps its disorder obeyed an obscure determination of Divine Providence.
A police inspector had come forward with a very young medical student who was completing his forensic training at the municipal di− spensary, and it was they who had ventilated the room and covered the body while waiting for Dr. Urbino to arrive. They greeted him with a solemnity that on this occasion had more of condolence than veneration, for no one was unaware of the degree of his friendship with Jeremiah de Saint−Amour. The eminent teacher shook hands with each of them, as he always did with every one of his pupils befo− re beginning the daily class in general clinical medicine, and then, as if it were a flower, he grasped the hem of the blanket with the tips of his index finger and his thumb, and slowly uncovered the body with sacramental circumspection. Jeremiah de Saint−Amour was com− pletely naked, stiff and twisted, eyes open, body blue, looking fifty years older than he had the night before. He had luminous pupils, yellowish beard and hair, and an old scar sewn with baling knots across his stomach. The use of crutches had made his torso and arms as broad as a galley slave’s, but his defenseless legs looked like an orphan’s. Dr. Juvenal Urbino studied him for a moment, his heart aching as it rarely had in the long years of his futile struggle against death.
12/14,5 pt
A long time ago there was a mighty king of the Banu Sasan in the lands of India and China, and when he died, he left only two sons, one in the prime of manhood and the other still a youth, both brave cavaliers. But the elder was an especially superb horseman, and he became the successor to the empire and ruled the kingdom with such justice that he was beloved by all the people of his realm. His name was Shahryar, and he appointed his younger brother, Shah Zaman, king of Samarcan. In the years that followed, each brother was content to remain in his own kingdom, and each ruled with such equity and fairness that their subjects were extremely happy. Everything continued like this for twenty years, but at the end of that time, Shahryar yearned to see his younger brother once more before he died.
"I have a headache", Guy said to himself. 36/25 pt
14/18 pt
Guy Manod decided to wake up when Ronald and Etienne agreed to listen to Jelly Roll Morton; opening one eye he decided that the back outlined in the light of the green candles must belong to Gregorovious. He shuddered, the green candles seen from a bed made a bad impression on him, the rain on the skylight was strangely mixed with the remnants of his dream images, he had been dreaming about an absurdly sunny place, where Gaby was walking around nude and feeding crumbs to a group of stupid pigeons the size of ducks.
CHARACTERISTICS Serifs − unbracketed − tapered terminals − straight base − wedged shoulder
calligraphic terminals
upper and lower serifs in capital letters have different dimensions
the leg is disconnected to the stem and connected to the up sloping stroke diagonal terminal on lower case T
lower case F and T have a special curved terminal/finial
strong contrast
trapezoidal serifs on upper case T and Z
acgs moderate apertures
A thin crossbar
The original soiurce of inspiration for Adams Serif was the font Archer Bold
OLTRE LA SPERA CHE PIÚ LARGA GIRA PASSA ‘L SOSPIRO CH’ESCE DEL MIO CORE: INTELLIGENZA NOVA, CHE L’AMORE PIANGENDO METTE IN LUI, PUR SU LO TIRA. QUAND’ELLI È GIUNTO LÀ DOVE DISIRA, VEDE UNA DONNA, CHE RICEVE ONORE, E LUCE SÌ, CHE PER LO SUO SPLENDORE LO PEREGRINO SPIRITO LA MIRA. VEDELA TAL, CHE QUANDO ’L MI RIDICE, IO NO LO INTENDO, SÌ PARLA SOTTILE AL COR DOLENTE, CHE LO FA PARLARE. SO IO CHE PARLA DI QUELLA GENTILE, PERÒ CHE SPESSO RICORDA BEATRICE, SÌ CH’IO LO ’NTENDO BEN, DONNE MIE CARE. 20/14 pt
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WUP 18/19 Prof. Antonino Benincasa Gian Marco Favretto Maximilian Boiger
Faculty of Design and Art Free University of Bolzano − Bozen
Calligraphy Workshop by Mag. Art. Eva Pöll
Typeface designed by Riccardo Fresch
Font created with Illustrator & Fontself