Friday Fillip: Kern Me, Baby
Which is not the same thing as “beer me”—it’s too early on a Friday for any of that, though both have to do, perhaps, with a kind of adjustment.
I’m a typophile—which is very like being a snapper-up of unconsidered trifles, as the Bard once put it, because nothing could be triflingly smaller than a single letterform or, indeed, the space between letters; and as for “unconsidered,” the job of type is to appear and yet to disappear at the same time so that the message comes through as clearly and as beautifully as possible. So what of kerning? What . . . [more]