Gill Sans Fatigue

I have Gill Sans fatigue. Its increas­ing ubiq­ui­ty might mere­ly be the result of my increas­ing aware­ness of var­i­ous type­faces, con­fir­ma­tion bias, or some­thing else, but every­where I look, there it is. On all of the Col­liers Osten­dorf-Mor­ris for-lease signs (and there are a lot of those in down­town Cleve­land) on ban­ners adver­tis­ing lux­u­ry lofts, on signs in hall­ways, on busi­ness cards, on the side of com­mer­cial vans, on plaques and dis­plays at the Muse­um of Nat­ur­al His­to­ry. Every­where.

What used to be my favorite font is now played out (or has been and I’m just now notic­ing). I still like Eric Gill’s work, though. And by work I don’t mean the fact that he slept with his sis­ters, daugh­ters and fam­i­ly dog. I mean his type­faces, wood­block prints and sculp­ture.