Achtung Spiekermann!

Achtung! is the title of my monthly column in Blueprint magazine that I have been writing since October 2008. That headline has to do with the Brits’ continuing stereotyping of us Germans as heel-clicking, orders-shouting men in jackboots. I have long since learned that the best way to live with that preoccupation is to go along with it, even bring it up before they do. So when the editors came up with the title, I rolled my eyes but agreed. This was written in September, before the size of the financial crisis became to be fully known. My condemnation of people producing “invisible earnings” could have been much harsher.

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THESE DAYS, even cities and countries are branded like washing powder. When I hear a line like ‘London is the creative capital of Europe,’ (or was it ‘the World’?), the first thing I ask myself is whether this is the result of objective research, a tabloid invention or another government campaign to take peoples’ minds off increasing inflation, prohibitive property prices, terrible traffic and weird weather. Yet there is some truth behind the slogan. I live and work in Berlin, San Francisco and London, and there is something different about the British capital.

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Mr. Univers

adrian80.jpgOn May 24th Adrian Frutiger celebrated his 80th birthday. To mark the occasion I wrote a short piece for the Swiss magazine Hochparterre. At the time, this blog was not very active and I only got the German version published. In the meantime, my son, Dylan, has translated the article into English.

Adrian Frutiger: Mr. Univers
When you get to a certain age, like myself, you often gets asked who your influences were and are. An easy response is to name nationally or internationally renowned favourites such as Gandhi or Albert Schweitzer. Ones own parents tend to score high on the list, at least if they’re still living and able to read the accolades. As far as I’m concerned my choice has been a simple one for over 30 years: I first met Adrian Frutiger in 1976, and to this day he remains my idol.

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Colour of the Year

I have never used many colours, apart from the basic typographic black and red. Twenty years ago, however, Alex Branczyk and myself designed the logo etc for FontShop. We thought light and dark would nicely represent the digital process of one and zero, as well as the process inside the laser printer. Black and white was too plain, so it became black and yellow. That colour scheme has become synonymous with FontShop and its products, like the FontFont library.

Nice to be finally recognized 20 years later by Pantone itself.

WordPress

As even the occasional visitor to these pages will notice, I have switched to WordPress. We use that programme at SpiekermannPartners, so I could enlist the help of Marcus Scheller who imported most of the old content and built the site. Some of the formatting needs a polish, and all the downloads have disappeared into the ether for now. The ether, in this case, is our server, so it only (!) requires me to find the stuff and re-load it.

As it has taken more than half a year to get this far, don’t hold your breath. I am hoping that the inevitable break at the end of the year will allow me to sort this out and also learn more about WordPress features.

It is still the only blog I know that gets written by one person in two languages. Or is it?

San Francisco walks, 7.

Today is the last day here in San Francisco for a few months. Just enough time left to go down to my favourite newspaper shop and get tuesday’s edition of the Frankfurter Allgemeine Zeitung. The coffee house opposite offers free internet, monday through friday. As I went in to get a coffee, I counted 12 people in there, each one in front of a computer. I couldn’t really take a proper photo without it being embarrassing for myself or the guests, so I just shot one from the hip without looking at the camera or the subjects. It shows five people and five computers on one side of the room.

Starbucks across the street also has online access, but only if you have a T-online account. The city of San Francisco plans to have free online access across the city very soon, so people can once again pick a café for the quality of the food and drink offered.

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San Francisco walks, 6.

There are a lot of places in California named after saints. And since the Spanish missionaries were here well before any English-speaking Americans (or the Russians, who came down from Alaska and left their mark on place-names like Russian River), these towns start with San or Santa, depending on the saint’s gender. As in San Jose, Santa Barbara, San Rafael, Santa Clara, and, of course San Francisco. This one I found on a shop sign near Washington Square.

Never heard of that Saint.

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San Francisco walks, 4.

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One thing that never fails to amaze me on the streets in California are the classic European cars that are around – not in showrooms, but driving around or parked on the streets. Like this ca. 1969 Mercedes 280SE with a 4.5 l engine. Those cars were hardly ever sold in Europe, because we have always paid more for petrol than here in the US. You can buy one of these classic cars for less than $5000 here, because with gas at $4 in San Francisco, some of the original owners are beginning to feel the disadvantage of these fantastic, powerful, indestructible, thirsty engines.


San Francisco walks, 3.

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Amongst the things threatened with extinction for a long time has been the apostrophe. Not a big loss for mankind probably, but too bad for the typographically educated amongst us. The apostrophe is neither a foot mark nor a sharp (as in acute) accent. It is shaped like a comma, but raised to the top of the cap height. Very simple.
I’m happy to report that my favourite ice cream shop in San Francisco also has good typographic taste. The fact that the apostrophe in Swensen’s is not only typographically correct and good-looking is, unfortunately, due to the fact that it was put up there by a signwriter a long time ago, when craftsmen still had to learn a trade in order to practise it.