Sometimes I’m called upon to do a design favor for a friend, and I was honored to comply. I’m not at liberty to say more, but I’m glad that I get to show you the result here. I had fun creating this little gothic logotype, and it made me happy to hear that it was well-received.
The layout looks much better when there’s a bit of text here, but I really have to stay mum about the particulars on this one, so I’ll give you the first paragraph of “Moby Dick” instead. It’s a good one! Enjoy:
Call me Ishmael. Some years ago—never mind how long precisely—having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen, and regulating the circulation. Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me knocking peoples hats off—then I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can. This is my substitute for pistol and ball. With a philosophical flourish Cato throws himself upon his sword; I quietly take to the ship. There is nothing surprising in this. If they but knew it, almost all men in their degree, some time or other, cherish very nearly the same feelings toward the ocean with me.