Jurassic Park's design language runs on tension: a warm welcome-to-the-park amber ground crossed with the visual grammar of "do not touch, this will kill you." Chip Kidd's bone-white T-Rex skeleton, caged inside a red-ringed roundel, sits over black-and-yellow hazard chevrons and electrified-fence placards. Everything is stamped like signage — monolithic screaming caps, riveted metal plates, a blinking red alert lamp, and fossil bone printed at billboard scale. It feels like a rain-soaked visitor-center banner: glowing amber resin, sharp black keylines, and the constant sense that the tour is about to go very wrong.