Um ponte

Today I woke, walked to the faculty of Law, realised I was in the wrong building (there went my brief experience of law school), stumbled to the journalism building and there, I sat in a fairly interesting class about graphic design.

It all starts with a point.

We see a small dot and follow it, the dot becomes a line, a shape, a contour. These spaces are filled with colour, that we can break down into tones.

This is how we start to read images.

I like these little dot dancers.

A bold, confusing, yet undeniably stylish image courtesy of Vice.

Sam Taylor Wood feeling mostly ghostly.

Scary and beautiful.

I found this yellowing memory in the old mans club last week.