Graffiti and typography have an odd relationship. Judging from the number of graffiti fonts out there, it seems that every type designer passes through a romance with the stuff. It’s certainly true that watching handwritten forms rasterize before you on screen can be truly beguiling, and there’s a perverse and private pleasure to using exacting Bezier curves to render the esprit of the marker.
Rarely, someone travels this one-way street in reverse, and it seems that a London writer named Eine is our latest and greatest contributor. Behold his complete alphabet in Victorian splendor, rendered with exuberance on a collection of East End store shutters. My childhood was much improved by the presence of Keith Haring and Jean-Michel Basquiat on my streets; I can only imagine what this environment will produce in young Londoners today.