Published by Mister Sister Short Runs © 2017
This is a publication that my friend and I wrote while in graduate school, late one night during residency. Its purpose is to remind us (then and now) not to hide behind the array of collected titles we accumulate like shells on a beach but instead to rekindle the initial push that drove us to become graphic designers.
Less talk, more rock.
Here is the introduction to the writing:
It's times like these when I get excited about the present and frustrated with the past. It's like the bumper sticker that reads "Realize. Real Eyes. Real Lies." It's deep, you know what I mean? Like the flea markets of the Midwest producing artifacts of a desolate future of graphic design, we have these heroes to thank. Thank you for your champion letters cast across the web made of hot sauce. Thank you for reminding me that you grew up in Michigan and still like to snowboard. Thank you for living in Brooklyn and drawing on napkins. Thank you for writing the books that no one wants to read but wants to share on their bookshelves. Thank you for criticizing others to hide your own sad existence. Thank you for teaching workshops that turn good designers into bad designers. And thank you for reminding us that art direction is as easy as shoving fruit in some lady's sock and collecting a check. Most of all, thank you, reader, for reading this outright absurdity.