Signs of the Times
After fifteen years I finally went to a drive-in movie again this weekend and loved every second of it. Ninety-nine point nine percent of my enjoyment came courtesy of the adorably dated signage hanging around my old haunt.
What a good old obsolete logo, sans serif font, or product shot of cola chilling in an icy forest scene won’t do for a guy’s soul.
The world may as well have stopped designing itself entirely after 1986, and I’d have been just fine.
