after prufrock

In lieu of a Penguin post, (admittedly absurdly delayed), here is a touch of typographic bliss for those of us who remain sold to the lines of the pen.

Cameron Adams, aka The Man in Blue, decided to satisfy his longtime curiosity of the origin of his favourite fonts by engaging their esteemed creators in sending him a sample of their handwriting. The results proved fascinating, seemingly revealing that the correlation between what is organic to the designers’ hand and the final product is relatively weak. However the exposure of the handwritten samples to their static siblings brings out a kind of emotive leap, which in turn gently directs me to the study of graphology. This assumption that the individualised script we each produce is a unique expression of our personality traits, has in time developed into a dedicated muscle group of physiological concepts just waiting to be flexed. Here they are flexing away, and here again, and this is where they snapped a tendon. Of course, when the study of handwriting analysis is compared to the romantic art of palm-reading, how can it not suffer a critical dismissal?

& if you are so inclined, you always try your hand at analysing your own script. I found my own results to be daringly accurate, although much in the same way I find my newspaper horoscopes to be on unsuspecting Sunday mornings.

[Via Slashdot]