The New York Times recently ran a funny article about errors in typography and the intense pain they can trigger in people who adore type.
I completely understand the sensation of horror that a gaffe can arouse. But at the same time, in wandering the city and observing signs, I find it’s often the glitches and mistakes and points of failure that make something memorable.
For example, take this number I often pass by on Yonge Street. That painted seven bracketed by three-dimensional siblings is irresistible. I suppose the original fell off and needed to be replaced. I can just picture the resourceful signmaker who came up with this solution, thinking maybe nobody will notice the difference.
What about you? Do flaws in typography irritate you or delight you?
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