little vegas
Little Vegas designed by Riccardo Fresch
Little Vegas A B C D E F G H I L M NOPQRSTUVWXYZ a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 12/14,5 pt
Le stanze andavansi empiendo a poco a poco del profumo ch’esalavan ne’ vasi i fiori freschi. Le rose folte e larghe stavano immerse in certe coppe di cristallo che si levavan sottili da una specie di stelo dorato slargandosi in guisa d’un giglio adamantino, a similitudine di quelle che sorgon dietro la Vergine nel tondo di Sandro Botticelli alla galleria Borghese. Nessuna altra forma di coppa eguaglia in eleganza tal forma: i fiori entro quella prigione diafana paion quasi spiritualizzarsi e meglio dare imagine di una religiosa o amorosa offerta. Andrea Sperelli aspettava nelle sue stanze un’amante. Tutte le cose a torno rivelavano infatti una special cura d’amore. Il legno di ginepro ardeva nel caminetto e la piccola tavola del tè era pronta, con tazze e sottocoppe in majolica di Castel Durante ornate d’istoriette mitologiche da Luzio Dolci, antiche forme d’inimitabile grazia, ove sotto le figure erano scritti in carattere corsivo a zàffara nera esametri d’Ovidio. La luce entra− va temperata dalle tende di broccatello rosso a melagrane d’argento riccio, a foglie e a motti. Come il sole pomeridiano feriva i vetri, la trama fiorita delle tendine di pizzo si disegnava sul tappeto.
12/14,5 pt
He sat down miserably, as if I had pushed him, and simultaneously there was the sound of a motor turning into my lane. We both jumped up, and, a little harrowed myself, I went out into the yard. Under the dripping bare lilac trees a large open car was coming up the drive. It stopped. Daisy’s face, tipped sideways, beneath a three−cornered lavender hat, looked at me with a bright ecstatic smile. ‘Is this absolutely where you live, my dearest one?’
The exhilarating ripple of her voice was a wild tonic in the rain. I had to follow the sound of it for a moment, up and down, with my ear alone, before any words came through. A damp streak of hair lay like a dash of blue paint across her cheek, and her hand was wet with glistening drops as I took it to help her from the car. ‘Are you in love with me,’ she said low in my ear, ‘or why did I have to come alone?’ ‘That’s the secret of Castle Rackrent. Tell your chauffeur to go far away and spend an hour.’
28/29 pt
I first met Dean not long after my wife and I split up. 12/14,5 pt
I had just gotten over a serious illness that I won’t bother to talk about, except that it had something to do with the miserably weary split−up and my feeling that everything was dead. With the coming of Dean Moriarty began the part of my life you could call my life on the road. Before that I’d often dreamed of going West to see the country, always vaguely planning and never taking off. Dean is the perfect guy for the road because he actually was born on the road, when his parents were passing through Salt Lake City in 1926, in a jalopy, on their way to Los Angeles. First reports of him came to me through Chad King, who’d shown me a few letters from him written in a New Mexico reform school. I was tremendously interested in the letters because they so naively and sweetly asked Chad to teach him all about Nietzsche and all the wonderful intellectual things that Chad knew. At one point Carlo and I talked about the letters and wondered if we would ever meet the strange Dean Moriarty. This is all far back, when Dean was not the way he is today, when he was a young jailkid shrouded in mystery. Then news came that Dean was out of reform school and was coming to New York for the first time; also there was talk that he had just married a girl called Marylou. 6/7 pt I’d been poring over maps of the United States in Paterson for months, even reading books about the pioneers and savoring names like Platte and Cimarron and so on, and on the road map was one long red line called Route 6 that led from the tip of Cape Cod clear to Ely, Nevada, and there dipped down to Los Angeles. I’ll just stay on all the way to Ely, I said to myself and confidently started. To get to 6 I had to go up to Bear Mountain. Filled with dreams of what I’d do in Chicago, in Denver, and then finally in San Fran, I took the Seventh Avenue Subway to the end of the line at 242nd Street, and there took a trolley into Yonkers; in downtown Yonkers I transferred to an outgoing trolley and went to the city limits on the east bank of the Hudson River. I started hitching up the thing. Five scattered rides took me to the desired Bear Mountain Bridge, where Route 6 arched in from New England. It began to rain in torrents when I was let off there. It was mountainous.
I started hitching up the thing. Five scattered rides took me to the desired Bear Mountain Bridge, where Route 6 arched in from New England. It began to rain in torrents when I was let off there. It was mountainous. Route 6 came over the river, wound around a traffic circle, and disappeared into the wilderness. Not only was there no traffic but the rain come down in buckets and I had no shelter. I had to run under some pines to take cover; this did no good; I began crying and swearing and socking myself on the head for being such a damn fool. I was forty miles north of New York; all the way up I’d been worried about the fact that on this, my big opening day, I was only moving north instead of the so−longed for west. Now I was stuck on my northermost hangup. I ran a quarter−mile to an abandoned cute English style filling station and stood under the dripping eaves. High up over my head the great hairy Bear Mountain sent down thunderclaps that put the fear of God in me.
April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain. 20/24 pt
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CHARACTERISTICS Counters generally look like little droplets
A acgs k
vertical stress
very low contrast
thick crossbar
Lower case A is special: it has a pointed terminal
small apertures
diagonal concave
The leg is disconnected to the stem and connected to the up sloping stroke
The ascender of the lower case T is shorter than the others
Capital letters are a bit shorter than ascenders
Wavy features on corners and terminals are a characteristic of Little Vegas
Little Vegas is a new experimental font designed taking inspiration from the font Archer Bold
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ascender line
x height
baseline
descender line
“VERDE QUE TE QUIERO VERDE. VERDE VIENTO. VERDES RAMAS. EL BARCO SOBRE LA MAR Y EL CABALLO EN LA MONTAÑA.„ 20/18 pt
12/14,5 pt
Macondo was already a fearful whirlwind of dust and rubble being spun about by the wrath of the biblical hurricane when Aureliano skipped eleven pages so as not to lose time with facts he knew only too well, and he began to decipher the instant that he was living, deciphering it as he lived it, prophesying himself in the act of deciphering the last page of the parchments, as if he were looking into a speaking mirror. Then he skipped again to anticipate the predictions and ascertain the date and circumstances of his death. Before reaching the final line, however, he had already understood that he would never leave that room, for it was foreseen that the city of mirrors (or mirages) would be wiped out by the wind and exiled from the memory of men at the precise moment when Aureliano Babilonia would finish deciphering the parchments, and that everything written on them was unrepeatable since timeimmemorial and forever more, because races condemned to one hundred years of solitude did not have a second opportunity on earth.
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Faculty of Design and Art Free University of Bolzano − Bozen Typeface designed by Riccardo Fresch WUP 18/19 Prof. Antonino Benincasa Gian Marco Favretto Maximilian Boiger Calligraphy Workshop by Mag. Art. Eva Pöll Font created with Illustrator & Fontself