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DETOUR SANS Detour sans A font Designed by Carrie Chang Pasadena,California, USA Fall 2013
For every failure, there's an alternative course of action. You just have to find it. When you come to a roadblock, take a detour. Quote by Mary Kay Ash
Detour Sans 48pt . 59pt leading
About typeface
Detour Sans This Detour Sans is based on the interstate typeface and it still has a hint of the friendly feeling the quirkiness detour conveys. Inspired by interstate is a neo-grotesque sans serif typeface, Detour Sans is an interesting new take on interstate. Designed with an interrupted style, medium weight, and low contrast stroke. The design lends itself well to headlines and bodycopy as well.
Detour Sans is one of those simple typefaces that could be used daily without fear of being lost within too much eccentricity, while at the same time displaying some new aspect of its character in each application. It has a basic look, being willful but pleasant at the same time.
Approach
Simplicity is one of the main goals behind Detour Sans. Functionality and Legibility played a big role as well in finding right balance of
Legibility
the letter shapes.
Functionality
Simplicity
Basic Glyphs
Aa
Bb
Cc
Dd
Ee
Ff
Gg
Hh
Ii
Jj
Kk
Ll
Mm
Nn
Oo
Pp
Rr
Ss
Tt
Uu
Vv
Ww
Xx
Yy
Zz
Whole Set
Detour Sans Regular 48 pt
ABCDEFGHIJKLMN OPQRSTUVXXYZ abcdefghijklmn opqrstuvwxyz 0123456789 :;,.?!()[]“”+-=
In Context
Accelerate /
Jackkniffing
Traffic /
Boulevard /
Kilometer /
U-turn /
Caution /
License /
Van pool /
Driver /
Miles /
Warning /
Exit /
No parking
Yield /
Freeway /
One way /
Zebra
Gas /
Pedestrain /
crossing
Headlights /
Ramp
Intersection
Seatbelt
In Context
36pt
The hot water gave out. Blakey dressed and within five minutes was speeding, stop sign to stop sign, to the doctor’s house in the Heights. He replayed more of the doctor’s visit in his head. 24pt
The hot water gave out. Blakey dressed and within five minutes was speeding, stop sign to stop sign, to the doctor’s house in the Heights. He replayed more of the doctor’s visit in his head. The doctor’s hightops coated in chalk dust. Him standing there, grinding a cube onto Blakey’s favorite cue stick. Was that some kind of Freudian thing? He couldn’t help but see Dr. Foley’s kind stare as the front to a med-schooled
In Context
14pt
The hot water gave out. Blakey dressed and within five minutes was speeding, stop sign to stop sign, to the doctor’s house in the Heights. He replayed more of the doctor’s visit in his head. The doctor’s hightops coated in chalk dust. Him standing there, grinding a cube onto Blakey’s favorite cue stick. Was that some kind of Freudian thing? He couldn’t help but see Dr. Foley’s kind stare as the front to a med-schooled mind diagnosing the deficiencies in Blakey that had driven his wife from him. He probably looked at cancer patients that way. The stricken, terminals. Blakey felt asymptomatic. How had he failed his wife? Was he a bad conversationalist? Did he not work, keep the cars clean, do the yardwork (until he caved and used the three Ecuadorian brothers who did the neighbor’s lawn—great, great, great decision!)? He’d even lost his love handles earlier in the year by going on that Cajun diet where the sheer amount of cayenne pepper made it too painful to overeat. Was he a bad catch when it came to other appetites and affections? But how would his wife know? It had been many weeks, fortnights, since they’d even slept with each other, forget sex for the moment.
10pt The hot water gave out. Blakey dressed and within five minutes was speeding, stop sign to stop sign, to the doctor’s house in the Heights. He replayed more of the doctor’s visit in his head. The doctor’s hightops coated in chalk dust. Him standing there, grinding a cube onto Blakey’s favorite cue stick. Was that some kind of Freudian thing? He couldn’t help but see Dr. Foley’s kind stare as the front to a med-schooled mind diagnosing the deficiencies in Blakey that had driven his wife from him. He probably looked at cancer patients that way. The stricken, terminals. Blakey felt asymptomatic. How had he failed his wife? Was he a bad conversationalist? Did he not work, keep the cars clean, do the yardwork (until he caved and used the three Ecuadorian brothers who did the neighbor’s lawn—great, great, great decision!)? He’d even lost his love handles earlier in the year by going on that Cajun diet where the sheer amount of cayenne pepper made it too painful to overeat. Was he a bad catch when it came to other appetites and affections? But how would his wife know? It had been many weeks, fortnights, since they’d even slept with each other, forget sex for the moment.