#tipografi

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Deskripsi minggu ini.

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Nehir asla durmaz.

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[matteroftastee]

One day surely..

[katibeg]

İyakşamlar, kanalıma hoş geldiniz. Bu çalışmada kaligrafi tipografi ve el yazısı arasındaki farkı çok kısaca irdeledik.

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Yaşam, fırtınanın geçmesini beklemek değildir. Yağmurda dans etmeyi öğrenmektir. ✍Osho #osho#calligraphy#kaligrafi#art#design#typography#tipografi#sanat#pen#graphic#graphicdesign#tattoo#handsome#handmade#life#world#guzelsozler#edebiyat#siir#kafkaokur#otdergi#siirsokakta#nazimhikmet#hat#white#silver (Istanbul, Turkey)

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Armut Pear

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Gel gör beni AŞK neyledi... Yazı AŞK'tır.. #typography #tipografi #typematters #mevlana #art #güzelyazi #güzelyazı #güzelyazan #kaligrafi #artwork #istanbul #kaligraphy #turkey #tbt #come #caligrapher #caligraphy #goodnight #caligraphypen #paralellpen #gothic #konya #art #sanat #aşk #love #artlife #italic #gel #caligraphymasters (Destegül Güzel Sanatlar Merkezi)

[eugeniaclara]

End of September last year, I was with my friend attending an invitation-only opening night for the renowned annual art/retail event. I saw a lot of familiar strangers’ faces here. If she didn’t invite me I wouldn’t ever leave my room that day.

My friend was looking at 3D printed earring while I gave my two cents over her choice. Then I looked to the right and to the left.

Suddenly— Holy shit! I saw you.

You were on a distance; walking with your friends. In a brief seconds I realised you noticed me. I quickly turned my head to my friend and whisper ‘holy shit’. She knew my cue, but she didn’t know you, yet.

Seconds later I heard a ’Hey,’ — It’s definitely the polite, decent, and cool you. “How’s thing?” You asked me. “I’m managing,” I answered.

You couldn’t hear me so I had to whisper that to you. No, I had to yell that out to you because it was crowded. And that was the closest I ever been to your face. Well, technically ‘ear’, but face it is. You’re still glowing, you’re still that perfect.

We talked some more before we parted. You patted my back, twice, and I watched you go. You went your ways, I stood still. My heart? Oh, it sank.

Fast forward today, I’m in my hometown for holiday. I went to the mall nearby and I walked passed the same old store where I saw your photos displayed in huge prints 7 months ago. Your photos are still there— I thought the campaign is over already, but I guess maybe it’s for a year long?

How are you, btw? You’re happy with her, your face is even more every-where each day; you’re in that point in life where everything falls in perfect line— or that’s how I’d like to assume.

I smiled and exhaled. I still remember year ago when we sat down in the coffee shop, I wondered ‘did anyone else see you the way I see you’? But then again, people changed. I thought I knew you but I never was.

-EC —————— “…What we know of other people is only our memory of the moments during which we knew them. And they have changed since then…”

- T.S. Eliot

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Love, eugeniaclara

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