If this escalates to an addiction, I’m blaming Steve.
I’ve seen them around of course. Admired them even. You know, those photos of handwritten calligraphy all over Instagram. Most like to write out inspirational phrases, some lyrics. A few here and there have a little bit more edge. And like them I did, but the admiration was, to say the least, superficial–I appreciated the nostalgic feel, but nothing more than that.
Then I read Steve Jobs’ biography (by Walter Isaacson) a few weeks ago, and though it seems cliche and, well, a bit BS, in very subtle ways it truly changed the way I see and do things: gained a deeper understanding of form language and design, and a slightly sharper eye for what makes things beautiful. And then I came across this tidbit: