There’s something satisfying about tweaking to perfection a typeface based on the particular style of lettering applied to a particular kind of paper by a particular human hand.
One day, in pursuit of this curious sense of satisfaction, I sat down with a porous pad of lined note paper and printed out the alphabet with a ballpoint pen.
I found particularly interesting the bulbous ends of the strokes where the ink soaked in. More…
Named it Cedar Street, after a favorite address of mine.
