Monday, October 19, 2009


#292, Cobble Hill, Brooklyn

In The Age of Innocence, Edith Wharton has a dig at the much-loved brownstones of this city, whose "uniform hue coated New York like a cold chocolate sauce." A slight, yes, but were that chocolate to be the chocolate from Jacques Torres, I doubt her dis would carry much weight. If we could team up the right typographers with the right chocolatier, I'd eat this 292 in a heartbeat.

3 comments: said...

Sign us up. We'll take a 2 or a 9, or be piggish about it and take all three. A delectable delight for the eyes and the tummy.

Therese Cox said...

I'm fighting you for that last 2. Though maybe, if I'm feeling generous, I'll break off a serif.

Julie said...

That 9 is a screw loose