Helvetica chapter 2.0
The Helvetica reverie continues. Was there, we wondered, a drop of creative juice left to be squeezed out of the limp and battered body after decades of abuse? A dead cat bounce, one final hurrah?
As the pulse grows weaker, could some urgent, drastic intervention, help a dire situation? By taking a glimmering razor-sharp 10a scalpel blade and some injudicious, delicious, malicious manhandling, could the old font be rescued? Was there a slim hope that the slicing and dicing of the grande old dame may bring her crapulous corpse, hideously scarred, back to life? I’m sure that similar thoughts were entertained by Dr Frankenstein for his, by happy coincidence, Swiss monster.
Well, we gave it a go.