Designer Things

Comic book panels used to be this niche thing—ink-heavy, garish, stuck in spinner racks at drugstores. But here’s the thing: somewhere between the

I used to walk past those gritty urban photographs in gallery windows and think they were just documenting poverty—turns out, they were doing something

I’ve spent way too many hours staring at photographs of Paracas textiles, those ancient Peruvian burial wrappings that somehow survived 2,000 years in the desert.

I used to think ancient ceramics were just museum pieces—beautiful, sure, but locked in the past. Then I spent an afternoon with a contemporary designer

I used to think freedom papers were just bureaucratic scraps—until I held a replica at a museum and felt the weight of what a single misspelled name could mean.

I used to think Renaissance artists were just really good at painting religious scenes and rich people. Turns out—and this caught me off guard when I first

I used to think kerning was just something graphic designers obsessed over during late-night deadline panics. Turns out, the space between letters—what

I used to think landscape photography was just about finding the prettiest vista and clicking the shutter. Then I stumbled across a gallery show in Portland—maybe

I used to think vaporwave was just another internet meme—pink grids, Roman busts, Windows 95 startup sounds looping endlessly. But here’

I used to think patterns were just decorative filler—something you slapped on a wall when the paint job felt too boring. Then I spent an afternoon in a