i’m that graphic designer

I’m that guy.

I live in small bor­ing mo­ments.
I ex­plore me­nial tasks like laun­dry and crafts with ela­tion.
I love work, any work.

I ask about your choice of type­faces.
I en­cour­age friends and fam­i­ly to con­serve neg­a­tive space.
I poke fun at lame stock pho­tog­ra­phy.
I will draw thumb­nails of lay­outs I think will help you.

It seems pleas­ant in the­o­ry but I over­book, over-an­a­lyze, sat­u­rat­ed with mean­ing, free mo­ments pass into presched­uled blocks of time.
 

I found some dry blood stains be­tween the pages of a book.
It’s a li­brary book so it can’t be my blood.
For a brief mo­ment, I thought it was a de­sign aes­thet­ic.
Con­sid­er­ing that the book is hor­ror it’s odd­ly ap­pro­pri­ate.

This is my life. I can’t help my­self.

—louis her­nan­dez

Flom­mist Louis Her­dan­dez is ob­sessed with go­ing Bauhaus and be­com­ing The Ma­chine. Prefer­ably a drill press. Copy­right © 2016 Louis Her­nan­dez. Pho­to of Louis’ Caslon sculp­ture by mehal­lo.

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