Kate Fredrickson Graphic Design Portfolio by Kate Huber

“You cannot depend on your eyes when your imagination is out of focus.” - Mark Twain

VETERANS CRISIS LINE

advertising campaign

WRIGHT BROTHERS

branding, packaging

NG DAILY DOSE

iPhone app

YO DROPS

branding, packaging

SALT WATER SAFARI

branding

SWAGGER

typographic installation

ROTHCO

branding, packaging

PHOTOGRAPHY SELECTION

photography

KILWINS

advertising campaign

HOLOCAUST MUSEUM

exhibit design

VETERANS CRISIS LINE

advertising campaign

OVERVIEW Suicide rates for active duty military members have been on the rise since 2005. In the past two years, the number of suicides committed by service men or women who have been a part of the War on Terror has been higher than the number of combat related deaths. That fact it disheartening and something needs to be done about it.

CHALLENGE Reaching out to military members who are suffering internally from their experience is crucial. These men and women need to know that there are resources for them to investigate before their emotions drive them to make a very permanent decision. The imagery, tone and over all feel of this campaign needs to be extremely powerful and compelling.

SOLUTION The vibrant imagery taken by the designer shows a military memberâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s worn out uniform representing isolation and the tired, lonely feelings that the viewer may be experiencing. The various ways of taking your own life that are commonly used among these men are represented in the three different posters. This campaign was very successful due to the fact that it is located in high traffic areas and anyone who sees this poster can tear off the phone number to keep with them in case they were to need it.

WRIGHT BROTHERS

packaging

OVERVIEW Orville Wright and his brother Wilbur are credited with building the worldâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s first successful airplane with aircraft controls enabling them to steer the plane. The brothersâ&#x20AC;&#x2122; first aircraft, Flyer, made its maiden flight for 12 seconds at 120 feet in Kitty Hawk, NC on December 17, 1903. This day has been observed nationally since 1963 to honor Wilbur and Orville Wright.

CHALLENGE Create unique packaging for a plastic model plane with simple assembly instructions.

SOLUTION Just like the plane the brothers built, the logo is solid and structured. The packaging was made with wood and canvas and is reminiscent of the Flyer.

Wright Brothers Aeroplane Company

NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC DAILY DOSE OVERVIEW National Geographic is already a great company most known for their incredible worldly photographs and the yellow frame which is used in their logo, magazine cover, and numerous spots on their website. They have existing apps that include national park maps, animal puzzles and nature games.

CHALLENGE The National Geographic website is full of wild and interesting facts, articles, and photographs. What they need, however, is an app that narrows it down for the user. They must create an app that has tidbits of information on multiple topics that is easy to check and learn from every day.

SOLUTION The app created has three sections: Photo, Destination and Animal. This gives the viewer a daily reminder of how incredible the world is. National Geographic Daily Dose is a perfect app for the young to middle-aged person who loves to learn, travel and appreciates photography. Something new every day will keep them interested and coming back to discover more. The design takes into account the well-known National Geographic yellow and black color scheme. After touching the category name the viewer will be brought to a new screen to see more photographs and read further. Itâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s straightforward and easy to navigate.

iPhone app

Photo of the Day selection

Destination of the Day selection

Animal of the Day selection

YO DROPS

packaging

OVERVIEW Yo Drops are a fun children’s snack. Labeled USDA Organic, this crunchable yogurt reaches out to the health conscious moms. This product has no trans fat, high fructose corn syrup, or artificial ingredients and has BPA free packaging.

CHALLENGE The product will sell itself to parents with the health benefits as well as the automatic donation for children’s lunch programs. All that is needed is for the product to sell itself to the kids.

SOLUTION The name Yo Drops is reminiscent of yo-yos. It’s the perfect, classic toy that kids of all ages love. Even better, these yo-yos come with a healthy, tasty snack inside! Children can either play with the yo-yo and listen to the sounds it makes while Yo Drops are spinning inside, or take a break from all of that yo-yo fun and snack on the delicious crunchable yogurt. The logo design was drawn to flow as if it is one piece of string laid out. Color schemes were chosen with the intent of grabbing a child’s attention. The radial design has two functions; one is to grab attention, the other is to have a unique design on the yo-yo when it’s spinning and in use. The toy itself is a spill-proof, twistable container that holds Yo Drops on both sides of the string.

FOR AGES 5+

Ber ry Blast

crunchable yogurt

organic

Ber ry Blast

12-.8oz (23g) YoYos. Net Wt. 9.7oz(276g)

Mango Mania

crunchable yogurt

S trawber ry Banana

organic

crunchable yogurt

organic

crunchable yogurt

organic

SALT WATER SAFARI

branding

OVERVIEW Seward, Alaska is home to Salt Water Safari deep sea fishing company. They are serious anglers and hunters that love outdoor adventure. Salt Water Safari has a Lodge for those wishing to be on the water more than one day.

CHALLENGE Salt Water Safari needs a new, more sophisticated logo and branding. for the deep sea fishing charters as well as the Salt Water Safari Lodge.

SOLUTION The logo is very versatile. It embodies what Salt Water Safari is about. The color combination is reminiscent of the deep waters where the hook dives deep below the surface. Salt Water Safari has made shirts for their deck hands and had their logo embroidered onto the fishermanâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s seats.

S A LT WAT E R

SWAGGER

typographic installation

OVERVIEW Typography is not just a way we visually communicate, it’s how we learn and create art. This generation is dependent upon the technology that is ever evolving and it’s more apparent that strong typography can affect viewers in a multitude of ways on a daily basis.

CHALLENGE What word best describes typography and how can it become a conversational piece? As a collaborative team, the word Swagger was chosen and was seen as no match to others. The challenge was to raise awareness about, not just typography, but effective typography. Design decisions must be made about the word, typeface, material and location.

SOLUTION By definition, the word Swagger is a bold, driving force. That’s exactly what typography is in today’s world. The process of creating one pixel entailed using a 1x1 inch square piece of poster board wrapped in aluminum foil, hole punched four times, and woven onto wire vertically and horizontally. In order for this installation to be as bold as the word and a material used to create it, the project was displayed in a high traffic area against a background that provided a great deal of contrast. By doing so, the word really stood out and spread the word about the intricacies of typography with passersby.

ROTHCO MILITARY APPAREL OVERVIEW Rothco is a military apparel supplier where military member can buy uniform regulation shirts, sock and more. They also sell regulation gadgets and keepsakes.

CHALLENGE Rothco needs a new brand identity and packaging that will be recognizable and easy for military member to find what they need.

SOLUTION Using the shape of a dog tag as inspiration, the designer was able to create the typography used for the Rothco logo. By placing a paper bellyband on the clothing, Rothco can be more eco-friendly and efficient in the store. A clean tan color is used as well as a small digital detail taken from military uniforms.

branding and packaging

PHOTOGRAPHY BOOK

photography

CHALLENGE Discover an interesting way to display the designerâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s best photos.

SOLUTION The accordion style was used for this book to create a unique way to display the photos. Each vibrant photograph flows from one to the next with connecting physical or implied lines.

KILWINS

advertising campaign

OVERVIEW Kilwins Ice Cream and Fudge shop is a well-known traditional confectionery store that has been around since 1947. The high quality products, made right-in-front-of you-treats, and exceptional customer service makes Kilwins a great place for a sweet afternoon or after dinner snack!

CHALLENGE The challenge for creating a Kilwins ad campaign was to make something that had a traditional and overall inviting tone that would persuade people to come check out the store.

SOLUTION The Rebus advertising style was chosen to create the look and feel that Kilwins is known for. The hand-done type treatment represents each personality speaking to the viewers individually. The friendly and fresh make it right-in-front-of-you experience is conveyed by showing photos of the products along with the tone and attitude of the copy.

Florida Holocaust Museum

museum exhibit and event poster

OVERVIEW The Florida Holocaust Museum is hosting an event and exhibit for Holocaust survivor and author Elie Weisel. He will be speaking about his book Night in the evening before the exhibit is revealed to the public.

CHALLENGE Design a museum exhibit based off the book Night using typography. Showcase the same amount of emotion through imagery and typography as there is in the written words of Elie Weisel.

SOLUTION The designer took the literal words from Night and brought them to life in a typographic display on large canvases in the museum. Each panel was designed with a specific quote that is portrayed or implied within the image that strikes a cord within the viewer.

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As for my mother, she was walking, her face a mask, without a word, deep in thought. I looked at my little sister, Tzipora, her blond hair neatly combed, her red coat over her arm: a little girl of seven. On her back a bag too heavy for her. She was clenching her teeth; she already knew it was useless to complain. Here and there, the police were lashing out with their clubs: “Faster!” I had no strength left. The journey had just begun and I already felt so weak…“Faster! Faster! Move, you lazy good�for�nothings!” the Hungarian police were screaming. That was whenWe would be the last to leave. At nine o’clock, the previous Sunday’s scenes we repeated. Policemen wielding club were shouting: “All Jews outside!” We were ready. I went out first. I did not want to look at my parent’s face. I did not want to break into tears. We remained sitting in the middle of the street, like the others two days earlier. The same hellish sun. The same thirst. Only there was no one left to bring us water. I looked at my house in which I had spent years seeking my God, fasting to hasten the coming of the Messiah, imagining what my life would be like later. Yet I felt little sadness. My mind was empty. “Get up! Roll call!” We stood. We were counted. We sat down. We got up again. Over and over. We waited impatiently to be taken away. What were they waiting for? Finally, the order came: “Forward! March!” My father was crying. It was the first time I saw him cry. I had never though it possible. As for my mother, she was walking, her face a mask, without a word, deep in thought. I looked at my little sister, Tzipora, her blond hair neatly combed, her red coat over her arm: a little girl of seven. On her back a bag too heavy for her. She was clenching her teeth; she already knew it was useless to complain. Here and there, the police were lashing out with their clubs: “Faster!” I had no strength left. The journey had just begun and I already felt so weak…“Faster! Faster! Move, you lazy good�for�nothings!” the Hungarian police were screaming. That was whenWe would be the last to leave. At nine o’clock, the previous Sunday’s scenes we repeated. Policemen wielding club were shouting: “All Jews outside!” We were ready. I went out first. I did not want to look at my parent’s face. I did not want to break into tears. We remained sitting in the middle of the street, like the others two days earlier. The same hellish sun. The same thirst. Only there was no one left to bring us water. I looked at my house in which I had spent years seeking my God, fasting to hasten the coming of the Messiah, imagining what my life would be like later. Yet I felt little sadness. My mind was empty. “Get up! Roll call!” We stood. We were counted. We sat down. We got up again. Over and over. We waited impatiently to be taken away. What were they waiting for? Finally, the order came: “Forward! March!” My father was crying. It was the first time I saw him cry. I had never though it possible. As for my mother, she was walking, her face a mask, without a word, deep in thought. I looked at my little sister, Tzipora, her blond hair neatly combed, her red coat over her arm: a little girl of seven. On her back a bag too heavy for her. She was clenching her teeth; she already knew it was useless to complain. Here and there, the police were lashing out with their clubs: “Faster!” I had no strength left. The jour� ney had just begun and I already felt so weak…“Faster! Faster! Move, you lazy good�for�nothings!” the Hungarian police were screaming. That was whenWe would be the last to leave. At nine o’clock, the previous Sunday’s scenes we repeated. Policemen wielding club were shouting: “All Jews outside!” We were ready. I went out first. I did not want to look at my parent’s face. I did not want to break into tears. We remained sitting in the middle of the street, earlier. The same hellish sun. The same thirst. Only there was like the others two days no one left to bring us water. I looked at my house in which I had spent years seeking my God, fasting to hasten the coming of the Messiah, imagining what my life would be like later. Yet I felt little sadness. My mind was empty. “Get up! Roll call!” We stood. We were counted. We sat down. We got up again. Over and over. We w a i t e d impatiently to be taken away. What were they waiting for? Finally, the order c a m e : “ F o r � w a r d ! March!” M y father w a s was the crying. It first time I saw him cry. I had never though it possible. As for my mother, she w a s walking, her face a mask, without a word, deep in thought. I looked at my little sister, Tzipora, her blond hair neatly combed, her red coat over her arm: a little girl of seven. On her back a bag too heavy for her. She was clenching her teeth; she already knew it was useless to complain. Here and there, the police w e r e lashing out with their clubs: “Faster!” I had no strength left. The journey had just begun and I already felt so weak…“Faster! Faster! Move, you lazy good� for�nothings!” the Hungarian police were screaming. That was whenWe would be the last to leave. At nine o’clock, the previous Sunday’s scenes we repeated. Policemen wielding club were shouting: “All Jews outside!” We were ready. I went out first. I did not want to look at my parent’s face. I did not want to break into tears. We remained sitting in the middle of the street, like the others two days earlier. The same hellish sun. The same thirst. Only there was no one left to bring us water. I looked at my house in which I had spent years seeking my God, fasting to hasten the c o m i n g o f t h e Messiah, imagining what my life would be like later. Yet I felt little sadness.My mind was empty. “Get up! Roll call!” We stood. We were counted. We sat down. We got up a g a i n . Over and over. We waited impatiently to be taken away. What were they waiting for? Finally, the order came: “Forward! March!”My father was crying. It was the first time I saw him cry. I had never though it possible. As for my mother, she was walking, her face a mask, without a word, deep in thought. I looked at my little sister, Tzipora, her blond hair neatly combed, her red coat over her arm: a little girl of seven. On her back a bag too heavy for her. She was clenching her teeth; she already knew it was uselessto complain. Here and there, the police were lashing out with their clubs: “Faster!” I had no strength left. The journey had just begun and I already felt so weak…“Faster! Faster! Move, you lazy good�for�nothings!” the Hungarian police were screaming. That was whenWe would be the last to leave. At nine o’clock, the previous Sunday’s scenes we repeated. Policemen wieldingclub were shouting: “All Jews outside!” We were ready. I went out first. I did not want to look at my parent’s face. I did not want to break into tears. We remained sitting in the middle of the street, like the others two days earlier. The same hellish sun. The same thirst. Only there was no one left to bring us water. I looked at my house in which I had spent years seeking my God, fasting to hasten the coming of the Messiah, imagining what my life would be like later. Yet I felt little sadness. My mind was empty. “Get up! Roll call!” We stood. We were counted. We sat down. We got up again. Over and over. We waited impatiently to be taken away. What were they waiting for? Finally, the order came: “Forward! March!” My father was crying. It was the first time I saw him cry. I had never though it possible. As for my mother, she was walking, her face a mask, without a word, deep in thought. I looked at my little sister, Tzipora, her blond hair neatly combed, her red coat over her arm: a little girl of seven. On her back a bag too heavy for her. She was clenching her teeth; she already knew it was useless to complain. Here and there, the police were lashing out with their clubs: “Faster!” I had no strength left. The journey had just begun and I already felt so weak…“Faster! Faster! Move, you l a z y good�for�nothings!” the Hungarian police were screaming. That was whenWe would be the last to leave. At nine o’clock, the previous Sunday’s scenes we repeated. Policemen wielding club were shouting: “All Jews outside!” We were ready. I went out first. I did not want to look at my parent’s face. I did not want to break into tears. We remained sitting in the middle of the street, like the others two days earlier. The same hellish sun. The same thirst. Only there was no one left to bring us water. I looked at my house in which I had spent years seeking my God, fasting to hasten the coming of the Messiah, imagining what my life would be like later. Yet I felt little sadness. My mind was empty. “Get up! Roll call!” We stood. We were counted. We sat down. We got up again. Over and over. W e w a i t e d impatiently to be taken away. What were they waiting for? Finally, the o r d e r c a m e : “Forward! March!” My father was crying. It was the first time I saw him cry. I had never though it possible. As for my mother, she was walking, her face a mask, without a word, deep in thought. I looked at my little sister, Tzipora, her blond hair neatly combed, her red coat over her arm: a little girl of seven. On her back a bag too heavy for her. She was clenching her teeth; she already knew it was useless to complain. Here and there, the police were lashing out with their clubs: “Faster!” I had no strength left. The journey had just begun and I already felt so weak…“Faster! Faster! Move, you lazy good�for�nothings!” the Hungarian police were screaming. That was whenWe would be the last to leave. At nine o’clock, the previous Sunday’s scenes we repeated. Policemen wielding club were shouting: “All Jews outside!” We were ready. I went out first. I did not want to look at my parent’s face. I did not want to break into tears. We remained sitting in the middle of the street, like the others two days earlier. The same hellish sun. The same thirst. Only there was no one left to bring us water. I looked at my house in which I had spent years seeking my God, fasting to hasten

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C want to break into tears. We remained sitting in the middle of the street, like the others two days earlier. The same hellish sun. The same thirst. Only there was no one left to bring us water. I looked at my house in which I had spent years seeking my God, fasting to hasten the coming of the Messiah, imagining what my life would be like later. Yet I felt little sadness. My mind was empty. “Get up! Roll call!” We stood. We were counted. We sat down. We got up again. Over and over. We waited impatiently to be taken away. What were they waiting for? Finally, the order came: “Forward! March!” My father was crying. It was the first time I saw him cry. I had never though it possible. As for my mother, she was walking, her face a mask, without a word, deep in thought. I looked at my little sister, Tzipora, her blond hair neatly combed, her red coat over her arm: a little girl of seven. On her back a bag too heavy for her. She was clenching her teeth; she already knew it was useless to complain. Here and there, the police were lashing out with their clubs: “Faster!” I had no strength left. The journey had just begun and I already felt so weak…“Faster! Faster! Move, you lazy good-for-nothings!” the Hungarian police were screaming. That was when I began to hate them, and my hatred remains our only link today. They were our first oppressors. They were the first faces of hell and death. They ordered us to run. We began to run. Who would have though that we were so strong? From behind their windows, from behind their shutters, our fellow citizens watched as we passed. We finally arrived at our destination Throwing down our bundles, we dropped to the ground: “Oh God, Master of the Universe, in your infinite compassion, have mercy on us…” Night. No one was praying for the night to pass quickly. The stars were but sparks of the immense conflagration that was consuming. Were this configuration to be extinguished one day, nothing would be left in the sky but extinct stars and unseeing eye. There was nothing else to do but to go to bed, in the beds of those who had moved on. We needed to rest, to gather our strength. At daybreak, the gloom lifted. The moon was more confident. There were those who s a i d : “Who knows, they may be sending us away for our own good. The front is getting closer, we shall soon hear the guns. And then surely civilian population will be evacuated…” “They worry lest we join the partisans…” “As far as I’m

The few days we spent here went by pleasntly enough, in relative calm. People rather got along. There was no disticntion between rich and poor, notables or others.

valuables and jewelry. They know that it has al been buried and that they will have to dig to find it; so much easier to do when the owners are on vacation…” On vacation! This kind of talk that nobody believed helped pass the time. The few days we spent here went by pleasantly enough, in relative calm. People rather got along. There are no distinction between rich and poor, notables and others; we were all people condemned to the same fate-still unknown. We would be the last to leave. At nine o’clock, the previous Sunday’s scenes we repeated. Policemen wielding club were shouting: “All Jews outside!” We were ready. I went out first. I did not want to look at my parent’s face. I did not want to break into tears. We remained sitting in the middle of the street, like the others two days earlier. The same hellish sun. The same thirst. Only there was no one left to bring us water. I looked at my house in which I had spent years seeking my God, fasting to hasten the coming of the Messiah, imagining what my life would be like later. Yet I felt little sadness. My mind was empty. “Get up! Roll call!” We stood. We were counted. We sat down. We got up again. Over and over. We waited impatiently to be taken away. What were they waiting for? Finally, the order came: “Forward! March!” My father was crying. It was the first time I saw him cry. I had never though it possible. As for my mother, she was walking, her face a mask, without a word, deep in thought. I looked at my little sister, Tzipora, her blond hair neatly combed, her red coat over her arm: a little girl of seven. On her back a bag too heavy for her. She was clenching her teeth; she already knew it was useless to complain. Here and there, the police were lashing out with their clubs: “Faster!” I had no strength left. The journey had just begun and I already felt so weak…“Faster! Faster! Move, you lazy good-for-nothings!” the Hungarian police were screaming. That was when I began to hate them, and my hatred remains our only link today. They were our first oppressors. They were the first faces of hell and death. They ordered us to run. We began to run. Who would have though that we were so strong? From behind their windows, from behind their shutters, our fellow citizens watched as we passed. We finally arrived at our destination Throwing down our bundles, we dropped to the ground: “Oh God, Master of the Universe, in your infinite compassion, have mercy on us…” Night.

want to break into tears. We remained sitting in the middle of the street, like the others two days earlier. The same hellish sun. The same thirst. Only there was no one left to bring us water. I looked at my house in which I had spent years seeking my God, fasting to hasten the coming of the Messiah, imagining what my life would be like later. Yet I felt little sadness. My mind was empty. “Get up! Roll call!” We stood. We were counted. We sat down. We got up again. Over and over. We waited impatiently to be taken away. What were they waiting for? Finally, the order came: “Forward! March!” My father was crying. It was the first time I saw him cry. I had never though it possible. As for my mother, she was walking, her face a mask, without a word, deep in thought. I looked at my little sister, Tzipora, her blond hair neatly combed, her red coat over her arm: a little girl of seven. On her back a bag too heavy for her. She was clenching her teeth; she already knew it was useless to complain. Here and there, the police were lashing out with their clubs: “Faster!” I had no strength left. The journey had just begun and I already felt so weak…“Faster! Faster! Move, you lazy good-for-nothings!” the Hungarian police were screaming. That was when I began to hate them, and my hatred remains our only link today. They were our first oppressors. They were the first faces of hell and death. They ordered us to run. We began to run. Who would have though that we were so strong? From behind their windows, from behind their shutters, our fellow citizens watched as we passed. We

We waited impatiently to be taken away. What were they waiting for? Finally, the order came: “Forward! March!” My father was crying. It was the first time I saw him cry. I had never though it possible. As for my mother, she was walking, her face a mask, without a word, deep in thought. I looked at my little sister, Tzipora, her blond hair neatly combed, her red coat over her arm: a little girl of seven. On her back a bag too heavy for her. She was clenching her teeth; she already knew it was useless to complain. Here and there, the police were lashing out with their clubs: “Faster!” I had no strength left. The journey had just begun and I already felt so weak…“Faster! Faster! Move, you lazy good�for�nothings!” the Hungarian police were screaming. That was when I began to hate them, and my hatred remains our only link today. They were our first oppressors. They were the first faces of hell and death. They ordered us to run. We began to run. Who would have though that we were so strong? From behind their windows, from behind their shutters, our fellow citizens watched as we passed. We finally arrived at our destination Throwing down our bundles, we dropped to the ground: “Oh God, Master of the Universe, in your infinite compassion, have mercy on us…” Night. No one was praying for the night to pass quickly. The stars were but sparks of the immense conflagration that was consuming. Were this configuration to be extinguished one day, nothing would be left in the sky but extinct stars and unseeing eye. There was nothing else to do but to go to bed, in the beds of those who had moved on. We needed to rest, to to gather our strength. At daybreak, the gloom lifted. The moon was more confident. There were those who said: “Who knows, they may be sending us away for our own good. The front is getting closer, we shall soon hear the guns. And then surely civilian population will be evacuated…” “They worry lest we join the partisans…” “As far as I’m concerned, this whole business of deportation is nothing but a big farce. Don’t laugh. They just want to steal

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