THIS PROJECT IS A TRIBUTE TO MY HAIR.
(sorry in advance for my poor english)
I've had a lot of hair styles during my life, especially during my teenage.
From the classical punk crest to bleached blonde and many other colours,
to more ordinary styles like very short (2-3 cm) and mid length.
Once upon a time I've also grew my hair for two years to become a rasta poser
(so many joints at the time but at 18 years old it's a natural passage to adult age)
and made my own dirty dreadlocks (with also some leftover bleach blonde wisps).
Naturally, more the years pass, more your style is pushed to become sober,
high school age is not forever, post high school age as well,
and if you're not into music industry ruling a successful punk band,
a red crest is not forever.
Considering that I've lost 2 years trying to grow them,
and they were by that time an "important" memory of my personal twisted path,
I've decided to take in my hand the electric shaver, cut them, pick them up,
and put it in a plastic bag with over "RASTA HAIR RIP".
After years of hair sobriety,
in the (more or less) two past years I've tried to grow them again,
looking for a more sober long hair style without any dreadlocks or colours.
Folk rock / grunge band singer, if you need references.
My hair is a bit curly so they became not exactly what I've imagined,
not a bush in the head but it was near to look like.
But I liked them.
And we have passed together rock festivals, my graduation,
good and bad stories, snow and sand, and any sort of tales.
But, at least, it arrived the time also for them to be cut,
and brought me back into a more fit-to-be seen status for a designer,
not the lead-singer of a psychedelic folk rock band named "Hypnothalamus"
(I must admit that I didn't look exactly so handsome with them long).
And I've stored them as my old dreadlocks, again.
Now, carrying on this latest wave of typography that has brought me success
and no more ideas except make fonts with everything that pass through my mind,
I've decided, one night that I was really drunk, two or three days after the last cut,
"Ok. let's make a typeface with them."
And here we are.