On silence, margin, and the art of less
Fifty percent of every LP sleeve was margin. Not absence — architecture. The pause between notes shapes the melody.
A single photograph, a single gesture. The subject earned the full frame and was trusted to carry it alone.
Tight tracking, geometric sans, lowercase confidence. A typeface that never needs to raise its voice.
Ocean-blue at twilight. Sand-gold at noon. The whole composition lives inside two colors and nothing more.