Project Title: The Object of My Affection Cover Size: 5.5 x 8.5 Trim Size: 11 x 8.5 Binding: Saddle-Stitched Color: Full color, may bleed
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The Object of My Affection muhammad fLoyd/ COMD2427 TYPOGRAPHIC DESIGN III
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Part 1// Not So Everyday After All
Art is free My camera My little red pillow My lucky stone My skateboard The book The old camera The red keychain
Part 2//
The Most Expensive Jewelry
It’s More Than Just A String Bracelet My Ring My Turtle Necklace The Only Thing That Remains
Part 3// More Than Just a Game
Buzz Lightyear Gameboy Mickey Mouse Pikachu Teddy The Twilight Princess
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This book is about design and typography. How do you make type fit into a layout and follow a typographical grid? We worked with style sheets to make type look consistent. We used tabs for organization and arrangement of text. We used master pages for repeated elements, folios, and links. We used our creativity to design our books, as we also thought about its function. The text was written by all of us. These are our most beloved things, hope you enjoy reading about them.
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Not so everyday after all
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Art is Free Jia Q i Lia ng
Some people believe money can buy anything. I would say money can buy the most expensive thing in the world but sometimes feeling is priceless. My grandfather was a painter for his neighborhood department in China. Before the digital printing become so popular, my grandfather used to draw and paint the illustrations on the wall where the neighborhood department publishes the news and some interesting stories weekly. I remember the first time I saw the illustrations on the wall I was completely attracted by them and my father said to me that is my grandfather’s artwork. My grandfather was a very quiet person. After he retired, he loves to stay at home and draw which different than the other old people who love to talk to each other and walk around. My grandfather gave an album of his paintings and drawings which reorganized by my aunties and uncles when I about to go to middle school. It is an almost two hundred pages album with all his works. It is heavy but the meaning is much heavier, because I am the youngest and the only one in my generations who interesting so much in art and always seat next him to learn. He is my first art teacher but didn’t teach me many techniques of drawing, “draw what you see”,
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he always says, “Art is free”. My grandfather’s album contains the memories and the lessons my grandfather taught me.
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My Little Red Pillow Ivy Z hao
My little red pillow, it is my grandma’s hand made pillow. It’s not a memory pillow, it’s not a nice and soft pillow made of fur. But it is the most comfortable pillow for me, even though I often have bad or weird dreams every night. I gave her a name “Little red” although it’s not a red color anymore. It has been very long time since I was born so the color faded a lot, for this little red pillow is even older than me. It is made of buckwheat it’s very different than a memory pillow. My grandma raised me up; in my childhood my grandma is the only one who was always around me, no one else. She didn’t buy me any gift or anything for me, the pillow is really the only thing that I have from her. This pillow means a lot to me, I have had it since I was born. For buckwheat pillow it needs more care then the soft fur pillow, because once in a while you have to take the buckwheat out and leave it under the sun for a day or so to let it dry and kill all the bacteria. My grandma always does that in the summer time, I remember, one hot summer right before I came to the USA she was sitting in the balcony and cleaning my pillow, picking the bad strands one out and putting in more new buckwheat. I will never forget the image of my grandmother in the hot summer. She is a little fat, a little short; she has a short and grey
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hair wearing a dark blue shirt sitting on a small wood chair. Â I carried my pillow all the way from China to here, and I remember I was carrying a lot of stuff with me, so my luggage became overweight. I had to take my pillow out of the luggage and hold in my hand from Beijing airport to JFK, then, I left it on the airplane after I landed. After all the entry visa process and I got out of JFK, then I noticed my hands are empty so I have to go back. Fortunately I found my pillow at the help desk. I appreciate that the people there saved the most precious thing in my life.
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My Lucky Stone Iri H oxha
Back in 2003 I had one of the best summers on my life. My extended family rented a 3-story house for the entire summer, by one of the isolated virgin beaches of Albania. We were more than 15 people and 8 of us were kids. There was barely any TV signal and the only connection with the world was a radio we mostly used to listen to music. Most of the day was spent on the beach, playing with each other, telling stories, singing out loud (there was no one who could hear us for miles). That was also the summer when most of my family (including me) learned how to swim. It was so much fun. Every morning, the shore would be full of beautiful shining stones and huge seashells. That’s where I found an interesting-looking little rock that where I started painting on. While I never had a permanent house during my life, I have always carried that rock every time I had to move. While I never remember where I leave it, It always surfaces every once a year or so. I cannot find it right now, but I know for sure that it’s somewhere inside my house.
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My Skateboard
ad m m a Muh F loyd
An object of affection is the difference between a photo on the table and a photo of someone whom they love very much. That object has sentimental value that out weighs monetary value. That also means that the object means so much to one person it means nothing to another. Any look at me anyone can tell that the object I care about so much in this word is my skateboard. It’s not the exact skateboard that I truly care about its what it represents. So it doesn’t matter what kind of board I have as long as I have one. Growing up in the Bronx of NY I didn’t have it easy with the other kids because I was nerdy, dorky, and Muslim. I was picked on and bullied by the same people through my years of elementary school. Which made me in turn to want to be accepted. Till this day I always want to be included and asked to join with groups of people because I want to know I’m liked. I wasn’t really good at sports or school as well, which fueled awkwardness into high school. That all changed until I saw on a TV of someone on a skateboard doing a trick on a skateboard. It fascinated me! I was very interested in the science behind it. One day my older cousin gave me his old skateboard and it’s been history since then. Like I said before I didn’t have
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a knack for anything but on a skateboard that didn’t matter you just ride and do what you wanted to do unlike other sports. Which had plenty of complicated rules to follow. After getting comfortable on a board I started skating to high school and there the other skaters noticed me. Which wasn’t my plan. They asked me to join them even though they were much better than me. For the first time a group of people wanted to hangout with me for me instead of what I can do for them. It was great. I feel like I’m a part of this global community. Whenever I see someone on a skateboard we instantly click as though we’ve been friends before meeting and it’s a wonderful feeling. Through skating I was able to break out of my shell and also find myself and started liking who I was becoming. My skateboard brings me happiness and joy no matter how much stress I’m going through. It helped me get through my first semester of college. It helped me through the break up with my ex-fiancé and other stressful moments through out my life so far. It’s actually given me a clear path to college. Due to my passion for my skateboard I want to graduate college so I can pursue graphic design inside the skateboard world. To anybody my skateboard is just a plank of wood with wheels on it that people use in order for transportation or to hurt themselves. Well to me it is much more than four wheels, it’s a tool that I use everyday of my life in order to go through everyday challenges and to give me inspiration to keep moving forward in life.
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The Book
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As a young girl, I always loved to collect journals/diaries and record my daily activities or anything that was of interest to me. Once I started growing up, instead of collecting different notebooks to write in, I started looking for a book that consisted of more blank pages as well as a design on the cover that was appealing to my eye. A few years back, I remember going to a discount store with my mother and buying a big book, the size of a textbook and it even had a placeholder string so I would know where I left off at when I was filling up my book. My book is pink and is definitely girly which is the opposite of what I am but the reason I chose to get the book with that design is because of everything that is inside of it. Within my book, I have poems, creative writing pieces I do while I’m on the train or even photographs from events that occurred. You could find tickets to school dances, movie tickets from dates with ex boyfriends and even poems that I received from a secret admirer as a freshman from high school. As well as fun high school memories taking up space in my memory book, I have the only photos left of my father from the flood that had happened in my old house. I cherish them with my heart and instead of keeping them around the house, I know to place them
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in the book because if anything was to happen again, I know I could easily grab the book and that is all that I would need. It was hard choosing an object at first because many people usually think of materialistic things such as their iPhones or an event that happened in time. I chose my book because I have a little of everything inside of it. I make sure to write the date and time of my journal entry and what day of the week it is so that one day I can look back at it try to remember that memory as best as possible. If I’m to be writing something while listening to music or if I’m in some type of mood, I write the name of the song as well as the mood I currently would be feeling. My book is the object of my affection and I believe anyone who was able to grab a hold of it one day and read my entries of what happens in my life, they probably would know everything about me. Who knows, maybe one day when I am someone of great importance in the world, my book can be of great value just the way it is valuable to me.
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The Old Camera
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The objet of my affection is an old film Canon T50 camera. When I was a kid I knew that my parents lived in the United States and the proof was several photos carefully packed in family albums. I grew very curious about the details in the pictures. My parents looked much younger and the clothes very weird. This camera was their easy to record all those beautiful moments, from before I was bird and until I was five or six years old. I remember I never saw the camera again until one day I was at my grandmother house and found it at the very bottom of a closet and I took it as if it was my birthright to keep it. I develop an attachment for this object; I keep thinking that for the last 27 years, thanks to this camera I get to know myself as a child. The pictures of me are precious, yet very nostalgic. There are photos of me wearing a tiger Halloween costume, In another one I am on the lap of my grandmother father, and the list goes on. Before I came to the United States I wasn’t able to bring the camera with me, since it was working I decided to leave it at home. However, an aunt brought it to me back in 2011 and finally was able to fix it. The first time I started using it, I felt as if my mom or dad were looking thru the viewfinder of the camera. I felt that melancholy of having a physical memory
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that belonged to so many especial moments. This camera is the object of my affection along the memories recorded with it.
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The Red Keychain
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Going through my stuff, one of the many things I considered a most prized possession would be my red key chain hook. I choose my key chain hook because it will always remind me of the day I received my very own pair of keys to the house. It was when my parents decided that since now I am in Junior High School I am old enough to be going out on my own under my parents permission. Of course certain condition applies. Running simple errands, buying some groceries, update on where I am every hour, and a curfew. Have a set of my own keys made me feel empowered like I have my very own house. Being able to go out without having to have your parents dragging you around was a privilege. I actually never though much about my key chain hook until I though about what old objects I have that I have been using in my everyday life. My key chain was red when I first got it and now it’s losing its color over the years. Roughly about 10 years since I got this key chain and I haven’t once though about replacing it. It is with me when I am at home and when I am outside. It is basically with me where ever I go. I did not keep this key chain only for it purpose but for the reminder of the day my parents gave me my very own pair of keys to the house.
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Normally you would just replace something that is losing it color but I don’t see myself replacing this key chain hook anytime soon even though it is fading from red to silver.Â
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The Most Expensive Jewelry
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It’s More Than Just A String Bracelet an KelmE ng
When someone ask “What is an Object of Affection?” what does it really mean? To many people it usually mean something that is valuable, money related. To me an object of affection is something that is worth more than money. It’s something that money can’t buy. It’s an object where my heart holds deeply. In more cases, these things don’t appear too often. When they do, the feeling is remarkable. My object of affection is this string bracelet my best friend gave me years ago. The bracelet is nothing fancy or visually appealing but to me this bracelet is one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever worn. When she gave it to me, she mentions how this bracelet is the anchor to our friendship. Ever since that day, this bracelet has been with me every day. I can’t leave my house without it. I don’t usually consider myself a superstitious type of person. However sometime I think this bracelet is more than just an anchor to our friendship but it’s luck. I love to think this bracelet is luck because it helps me get through any difficult time I faced in my past (school related, life, etc.). I feel safe when I have it on. As silly as this sound, it did help me. Knowing that I have something to feel comfortable in, make life easier. I don’t even know what I’m going to do if I lose this bracelet. There are times
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that I can be forgetful and there are times that I forgot to wear my bracelet. When I do, I feel very uncomfortable throughout the day. I put myself in a bad mood because I feel like something is missing. It’s like going out without wearing your shoes. So I tried my best to put it on every day. Since I’ve been wearing this bracelet for years now, it became a part of my body. A necessary accessory to have on. There’s nothing in this world will make me trade or give up this bracelet.
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My Ring YaraG
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It is been six years since I moved to the USA from Ukraine. After spending one month in NY I met a love of my life, who was from the same country as me and even more from my city. After dating for five years he presented me a very beautiful and special ring designed and made by him. It became my favorite thing that I wear wherever I go. Sometimes, when I forget to wear it I feel so weird, I feel like something is missing and it makes me incomplete. This ring always brings very warm memories that me and my love have in common, it almost became my mascot that protects me and makes me happy everyday. The ring is a very simple but stunning, something people ask me about it: like what brand is it and from what it is made. I’m proud of owning this ring and for me it is priceless because I haven’t got anything like this before. I love it and take care of it. Something when my boyfriend wants to take with him to clean it, I don’t want to give it to him, in other words I miss it and want always have it with me.
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My Turtle Necklace
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Chin
It’s an object that really, really, really means a lot to me. It was given to me by my girlfriend, Kassy, during our first Valentine’s Day together. She surprised me by bringing me to the Museum of Natural History. I had always wanted to go, but just never did. It’s a day I’ll never forget. Fun, romantic and educational! We had a really great, amazing time. I even ran into an old friend who happened to be working there. He got us free tickets to all the events going on that day (almost adding up to around $100 in savings). At the end of the day, Kassy bought me a turtle necklace. I’ve worn it everyday since... So much so that ironically this week the chain broke... I need to get a replacement, but the turtle is fine!
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The Only Thing That Remains RuthG
alar za
I had all my memoirs of my grandmother in a storage unit. Clothes she made me when I was growing up, baby pictures of the both of us, so much more. October 2012, when hurricane Sandy hit, I lost everything. The storage unit where all my grandmothers’ memoirs were located ended up getting flooded. I couldn’t go to the unit for days, but which each passing day, everything was getting ruined. The one day that my mother and sister were finally able to go and clear out everything that’s when they saw that everything was completely ruined. All the clothes had developed mold with how long they remained wet, all the pictures I had with my grandmother were completely destroyed. I had lost nearly every single thing I had to remember my grandmother. Losing nearly everything that was saved for years was really unbelievable. I cried for weeks, months. The only thing I had to remember her by was her necklace and her ring she gave me for my 15th birthday. I cherish her necklace and her ring so much because it’s all that I have left to remember her now. It’s something that can never be replaced with anything else in the world. The necklace and ring remain on my neck. Never have I taken it off since the day I received it. It’s all I have left and it’s something I don’t want to lose. When I
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hold it on my hands it puts a smile on my face because I know it makes her happy knowing how much I cherish her jewelry.Â
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More than just a game
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Buzz Lightyear
ro RamiT apia
When my cousin Brandon and I, were younger around the ages of 5-10, our moms had brought us a special toy. My cousin and I were into Toy Story a lot, that we would watch the movie so many times and were never tired of it. Brandon’s favorite character was Woody, while mine was Buzz Lightyear. We would actually gather all our toys and pretend we were both Andy from movie. It came to the point when our moms gave us our favorite character for Christmas, which we were happy. For some reason I loved my gift so much, that I never took Buzz Lightyear out of the box. My cousin took his toy out that same day. It has been so many years since then, and I went through so many toys, but my favorite will always be Buzz Lightyear. That is the only toy I kept in its original box and still have it in my room. Buzz Lightyear means a lot to me, because I grew up with three sisters. All three were older than me, so I didn’t have a brother or sister my age to play with. Once my cousin was born I was happy, always waiting until he got older so we can play. Few years past and we bonded with Toy Story. He is an only child, which might of helped us get closer. We have gone to many places together when we were younger, that we felt like brothers in a way. From theme parks to
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movies and even our own graduations. Once we got older and to this day we are still close, but we just matured to the point were we talk about our goals and dreams, and what we remember about our past childhood and we laugh at our selves and all the headaches we gave our moms. My Buzz Lightyear toy will always remind me of how my cousin and me bonded and became more than just cousins, that is one toy I still have and care about. It might not be worth much but it has so much value to me.
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Mickey Mouse
na Fari Ja w
As a young child, I loved to keep memories in any way possible. Even now I find myself doing so on special occasions.  I would hold onto an item to help remind me of that particular time. From time to time I would clean things out, but there is one particular item that will always stay and that is my Mickey Mouse doll. The reason why I hold onto this doll is because I love Disney/Mickey Mouse, but most importantly my grandfather gave him to me. At a young age, my doll kept me company and was something I could hold when I went to sleep. Knowing that he was an inanimate object, I could tell him all my secrets without worrying. As I grew older, he became more of an object that reminds me of my grandfather. He always made jokes and had a smile on his face. He was the fun one who watched wrestling with the kids. As I grew older, the doll becomes more of a reminder of how lucky I am to have been able to have that relationship with my grandfather. I keep my Mickey Mouse on my shelf now as it has ripped in a few places. I have had to patch him back up, but he is in great shape after 15+ years. This doll will definitely be with me for many more years to come as it holds a special place in my heart.
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Pikachu
el DaniZ eng
My object of affection is a stuffed Pikachu toy that I got on either my fourth or fifth birthday party as a present from somebody in my life that I can’t remember at all until these days too. On any chance that this stuffed Pikachu toy can survive through time, then I would be considered passing it on to my own children in the future and it has come to understand to me that I’m getting old, these are all just a distance memories in my head of the toy helping me in solace, security, and warmth to me, when I was younger. As a kid, I could remember all the great and bad memories that I had with the stuffed Pikachu toy like the cheerful, consulted, and sacred memories too. A memory of cheerfulness that comes to mind is when I was a kid and really enjoys watching wrestling and UFC (Ultimate Fighting Champions). So after watching that on television, I would try my best and copy those moves to my toy Pikachu likes Tombone-piledriver, Choke-slam, RKO, and the Batista Bomb. Also, and consulted memory that comes to mind is one day when I got home from a bad day from school angry, I would start to talk with my stuffed Pikachu toy like a therapy session for nothing. Finally, a memory that comes to mind of a scared, when I was younger
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and it was a dark and stormy night with high winds, which you can hear slamming doors and trash cans sounded like it was banded against one another and when I was looking outside the window, where I saw it pouring rain as well. So when I couldn’t fall asleep that night I decided to cuddle with my stuffed Pikachu in bed to be able to fall asleep all night without waking up again. Over the years of my childhood life with the stuffed Pikachu toy has been through a lot together and now it has seen a great deal of wear and tear, yet this item is still something that’s warmth my heart until this day. Presently, nowadays, you would see the stuffed Pikachu toy in my room and hanging out on top of the rack or in the work area once in a while as only a showcase to see each day. In conclusion, despite everything I until this day, regardless I don’t know who gave me this present by any stretch of my imagination.
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Teddy
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An object that means a lot to me is this teddy bear my big brother gave me when I was 10 years old. I got the bear as a Christmas gift from him. It’s a white small teddy bear that has red and green stripes going down from its shoulders and stomach. It’s a Santa looking teddy bear. It has a hat with a red ball on top of it and in the bottom of its hat it has red stuffing around it. It has red gloves on its hands. It has a big red bow on its chest. Then it has black socking for it’s round feet. It has only one eye since the other eye fell off, always has a smile in its face. It means a lot to me because when I was a much smaller girl I used to have very bad horrible nightmares. When my brother gave it to me, it helped me sleep at night and made me know I was being protected by this teddy bear. I would sleep with it every single night; I kept it around my bed next to my pillow. Every single night when I was little, I would make sure I had it with me and hold it next to my chest. Sometimes at nights I would tell it protect me from these bad dreams. It felt like this teddy bear was a warrior fighting of any nightmare that could make me wake up late at night.
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The Twilight Princess
ene l r a Sh P arra
I was looking through my things to see what holds dearest to me. As I spotted an object that I do find it to be, my most prized possession. It was a video game. A game in which is my favorite video game series, The Legend of Zelda. But the reason isn’t because it is my favorite series. This particular game, The Twilight Princess, holds dearest to my heart, because my little brother gave it to me. I grew up playing the Legend of Zelda gaming series. I would play those games a lot as a child, which I currently continue playing these games. But one day, I was about 15 at the time and the Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess released a few years back for the Wii. I remember that I really wanted the game but, unfortunately, I was never able to get it. My brother was 4 years old and he knew that I was a big fan of the series, and also how I wanted that particular game. He was turning 5 years old, and on his birthday, his father came to pick him up to spend time and buy him a gift that he wants. Hours later my brother came back and he came up to me. He did the cutest thing ever. He handed me the game and told me that he asked his father to buy him that game because he wanted it. But it was actually for him to give to me. I was very astonished at the moment and I hugged him. That is why that game is very dear to me.