Designer Things

Witch House didn’t ask permission to exist. Sometime around 2009, a handful of bedroom producers—mostly in the US and Europe—started uploading tracks

I used to think traffic signs were just… there. You know, shapes on poles that told you when to stop or merge or whatever. Turns out the history of how

I spent three hours last Thursday clicking through Netflix, Hulu, and Disney+, not watching anything, just staring at thumbnails. Here’

Mallsoft didn’t ask for your permission to exist, and honestly, that’s kind of the point. The aesthetic emerged around 2011-2012 from vaporwave’

Visual balance isn’t something you notice until it’s gone. I spent years staring at page layouts—thousands of them, maybe tens of thousands—before

I used to think religious symbols were universal—like, a circle means eternity everywhere, right? Turns out, the visual grammar of sacred art is way messier than that.

The sweetgrass smells different when it’s fresh. I didn’t know that until I watched Mary Jackson—one of the last master weavers in Mount Pleasant

I used to think citizenship certificates were just boring government paperwork. Then I spent three months digging through naturalization archives at the

I used to think sneaker design was just about slapping a swoosh on canvas and calling it a day. Turns out, the visual strategy behind athletic footwear

I used to think outsider art was just a polite term for “weird stuff made by people without MFAs.” Turns out, the influence runs deeper than