Museum of Color

Museum of Color

Graphic and web design is our business. We attach great importance to ‘craftsmanship’, but also to service and prompt delivery. Our past partners – whether they be the government, trend-setting companies.Our team is both close-knit and ultra-professional. And we are not merely interested in form – content and meaning are just as important. Everything that we do has a strategic purpose.

Name: Museum of Color
Client: NY Community
Our Role: Art, Web
Tags: Branding, Photo, Logo

Inspiration

Everyone here has the sense that right now is one of those moments when we are influencing the future.

Part of your job as a designer is to make sure you present your final design to your clients in a way that they expect. Clearly, they will want to see how your design looks and feels on their actual product — that’s where product mockups can be incredibly helpful. This week we’re taking a look at food, drink, and packaging design mockups. We’ve tracked down some beautiful examples on Envato Elements. Design mistakes can happen to anyone. Maybe you’re trying to finish a project too quickly.

Brief

Computers themselves, and software yet to be developed, will revolutionize the way we learn.
Steve Jobs

Graphic and web design is our business. We attach great importance to ‘craftsmanship’, but also to service and prompt delivery. Our past partners – whether they be the government, trend-setting companies. Our team is both close-knit and ultra-professional. And we are not merely interested in form – content and meaning are just as important. Everything that we do has a strategic purpose. You want an original design, tailored to your needs? The creative team Weblounge pulls out all the stops for your project.

Result

The biggest typography offender is space. Line spacing, or leading, and the amount of space in text wraps are common offenders. While sometimes you see too much space, the more common problem is that the text does not have adequate room to breathe, making the design feel cluttered and difficult to read. For most blocks of heavy copy – think paragraphs of body text – common line spacing for the web is about 120 percent to 150 percent of the size of lettering. With smaller text, such as that rendering on mobile devices, you can even err on the side of a little extra line spacing to ensure readability.

Customers Reviews

Urban Lifestyle

Urban Lifestyle

Graphic and web design is our business. We attach great importance to ‘craftsmanship’, but also to service and prompt delivery. Our past partners – whether they be the government, trend-setting companies.Our team is both close-knit and ultra-professional. And we are not merely interested in form – content and meaning are just as important. Everything that we do has a strategic purpose.

Name: Urban Lifestyle
Client: NY Community
Our Role: Photo, Lifestyle
Tags: Branding, Photo
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Urban in Soul

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They picked up the gear from the boat. The old man carried the mast on his shoulder and the boy carried the wooden box. with the coiled, hard-braided brown lines, the gaff and the harpoon with its shaft. The box with the baits was under the stem of the skiff along with the club that was used to subdue the big fish when they were brought alongside. No one would steal from the old man but it was better to take the sail and the heavy lines home as the dew was bad for them and, though he was quite sure no local people would steal from him, the old man thought that a gaff and a harpoon were needless temptations.

Great things in busi- ness are never done one person.
Steve Jobs

They walked up the road together to the old man’s shack and went in through its open door. The old man leaned the mast with its wrapped sail against the wall.

This is one of those moments.

On the brown walls of the flattened, overlapping leaves of the sturdy fibered guano there was a picture in color of the Sacred Heart of Jesus.

Conclusion

We are a full-service creative agency based in LA.

They walked up the road together to the old man’s shack and went in through its open door. The old man leaned the mast with its wrapped sail against the wall and the boy put the box and the other gear beside it. The mast was nearly as long as the one room of the shack. The shack was made of the tough budshields of the royal palm which are called guano and in it there was a bed, one chair.

Create Your Style

Create Your Style

Create Your Style

Graphic and web design is our business. We attach great importance to ‘craftsmanship’, but also to service and prompt delivery. Our past partners – whether they be the government, trend-setting companies.Our team is both close-knit and ultra-professional. And we are not merely interested in form.
Name: Create Your Style
Client: NY Community
Our Role: Art, Web
Tags: Branding, Photo, Logo
Branding is one of the most important aspects of any business, large or small, retail or B2B.
James Folk
They picked up the gear from the boat. The old man carried the mast on his shoulder and the boy carried the wooden box. with the coiled, hard-braided brown lines, the gaff and the harpoon with its shaft. The box with the baits was under the stem of the skiff along with the club that was used to subdue the fish
They walked up the road together to the old man's shack and went in through its open door. The old man leaned the mast with its wrapped sail against the wall and the boy put the box and the other gear beside

Customers Reviews

Poster Collection

Poster Collection

He was an old man who fished alone in a skiff in the Gulf Stream and he had gone eighty-four days now without taking a fish. In the first forty days a boy had been with him. But after forty days without a fish the boy’s parents had told him that the old man was now definitely and finally salao, which is the worst form of unlucky, and the boy had gone at their orders in another boat which caught three good fish the first week. It made the boy sad to see the old man come in each day with his skiff empty and he always went down to help him carry either the coiled lines or the gaff and harpoon and the sail that was furled around the mast. The sail was patched with Hour sacks and, furled, it looked like the flag of permanent defeat.

The old man was thin and gaunt with deep wrinkles in the back of his neck. The brown blotches of the benevolent skin cancer the sun brings from its eflection on the tropic sea were on his cheeks.The blotches ran well down the sides of his face and his hands had the deep-creased scars from handling heavy fish on the cords. But none of these scars were fresh. They were as old as erosions in a fishless desert.

Graphic and web design is our business. We attach great importance to ‘craftsmanship’
Steve Jobs

They picked up the gear from the boat. The old man carried the mast on his shoulder and the boy carried the wooden box. with the coiled, hard-braided brown lines, the gaff and the harpoon with its shaft. The box with the baits was under the stem of the skiff along with the club that was used to subdue the big fish when they were brought alongside. No one would steal from the old man but it was better to take the sail and the heavy lines home as the dew was bad for them and, though he was quite sure no local people would steal from him, the old man thought that a gaff and a harpoon were needless temptations.

They walked up the road together to the old man’s shack and went in through its open door. The old man leaned the mast with its wrapped sail against the wall and the boy put the box and the other gear beside it. The mast was nearly as long as the one room of the shack. The shack was made of the tough budshields of the royal palm which are called guano and in it there was a bed, a table, one chair.

This is one of those moments when we are influencing the future.

On the brown walls of the flattened, overlapping leaves of the sturdy fibered guano there was a picture in color of the Sacred Heart of Jesus and another of the Virgin of Cobre. These were relics of his wife. Once there had been a tinted photograph of his wife on the wall but he had taken it down because it made him too lonely to see it and it was on the shelf in the corner under his clean shirt.

Spirit of Freedom

Spirit of Freedom

He was an old man who fished alone in a skiff in the Gulf Stream and he had gone eighty-four days now without taking a fish. In the first forty days a boy had been with him. But after forty days without a fish the boy’s parents had told him that the old man was now definitely and finally salao, which is the worst form of unlucky, and the boy had gone at their orders in another boat which caught three good fish the first week. It made the boy sad to see the old man come in each day with his skiff empty and he always went down to help him carry either the coiled lines or the gaff and harpoon and the sail that was furled around the mast. The sail was patched with Hour sacks and, furled, it looked like the flag of permanent defeat.

The old man was thin and gaunt with deep wrinkles in the back of his neck. The brown blotches of the benevolent skin cancer the sun brings from its eflection on the tropic sea were on his cheeks.The blotches ran well down the sides of his face and his hands had the deep-creased scars from handling heavy fish on the cords. But none of these scars were fresh. They were as old as erosions in a fishless desert.

Graphic and web design is our business. We attach great importance to ‘craftsmanship’
Steve Jobs

They picked up the gear from the boat. The old man carried the mast on his shoulder and the boy carried the wooden box. with the coiled, hard-braided brown lines, the gaff and the harpoon with its shaft. The box with the baits was under the stem of the skiff along with the club that was used to subdue the big fish when they were brought alongside. No one would steal from the old man but it was better to take the sail and the heavy lines home as the dew was bad for them and, though he was quite sure no local people would steal from him, the old man thought that a gaff and a harpoon were needless temptations.

They walked up the road together to the old man’s shack and went in through its open door. The old man leaned the mast with its wrapped sail against the wall and the boy put the box and the other gear beside it. The mast was nearly as long as the one room of the shack. The shack was made of the tough budshields of the royal palm which are called guano and in it there was a bed, a table, one chair.

This is one of those moments when we are influencing the future.

On the brown walls of the flattened, overlapping leaves of the sturdy fibered guano there was a picture in color of the Sacred Heart of Jesus and another of the Virgin of Cobre. These were relics of his wife. Once there had been a tinted photograph of his wife on the wall but he had taken it down because it made him too lonely to see it and it was on the shelf in the corner under his clean shirt.

Kindness

Kindness

Kindness

Inspiration for every day

Graphic and web design is our business. We attach great importance to ‘craftsmanship’, but also to service and prompt delivery. Our past partners – whether they be the government, trend-setting companies.

Our team is both close-knit and ultra-professional. And we are not merely interested in form – content and meaning are just as important. Everything that we do has a strategic purpose.

Graphic and web design is our business. We attach great importance to ‘craftsmanship’
Name: Kindness
Client: NY Community
Our Role: Photo, Web
Tags: Print, Branding, Photo, Logo
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Pineapples

Pineapples

Colorful Pineapples

Graphic and web design is our business. We attach great importance to ‘craftsmanship’, but also to service and prompt delivery. Our past partners – whether they be the government, trend-setting companies.Our team is both close-knit and ultra-professional. And we are not merely interested in form.
Name: Colorful Pineapples
Client: NY Community
Our Role: Art, Web
Tags: Branding, Photo, Logo
Branding is one of the most important aspects of any business, large or small, retail or B2B.
James Folk
They picked up the gear from the boat. The old man carried the mast on his shoulder and the boy carried the wooden box. with the coiled, hard-braided brown lines, the gaff and the harpoon with its shaft. The box with the baits was under the stem of the skiff along with the club that was used to subdue the fish
They walked up the road together to the old man's shack and went in through its open door. The old man leaned the mast with its wrapped sail against the wall and the boy put the box and the other gear beside

Under the Gloss

Under the Gloss

He was an old man who fished alone in a skiff in the Gulf Stream and he had gone eighty-four days now without taking a fish. In the first forty days a boy had been with him. But after forty days without a fish the boy’s parents had told him that the old man was now definitely and finally salao, which is the worst form of unlucky, and the boy had gone at their orders in another boat which caught three good fish the first week. It made the boy sad to see the old man come in each day with his skiff empty and he always went down to help him carry either the coiled lines or the gaff and harpoon and the sail that was furled around the mast. The sail was patched with Hour sacks and, furled, it looked like the flag of permanent defeat.

The old man was thin and gaunt with deep wrinkles in the back of his neck. The brown blotches of the benevolent skin cancer the sun brings from its eflection on the tropic sea were on his cheeks.The blotches ran well down the sides of his face and his hands had the deep-creased scars from handling heavy fish on the cords. But none of these scars were fresh. They were as old as erosions in a fishless desert.

Graphic and web design is our business. We attach great importance to ‘craftsmanship’
Steve Jobs

They picked up the gear from the boat. The old man carried the mast on his shoulder and the boy carried the wooden box. with the coiled, hard-braided brown lines, the gaff and the harpoon with its shaft. The box with the baits was under the stem of the skiff along with the club that was used to subdue the big fish when they were brought alongside. No one would steal from the old man but it was better to take the sail and the heavy lines home as the dew was bad for them and, though he was quite sure no local people would steal from him, the old man thought that a gaff and a harpoon were needless temptations.

They walked up the road together to the old man’s shack and went in through its open door. The old man leaned the mast with its wrapped sail against the wall and the boy put the box and the other gear beside it. The mast was nearly as long as the one room of the shack. The shack was made of the tough budshields of the royal palm which are called guano and in it there was a bed, a table, one chair.

This is one of those moments when we are influencing the future.

On the brown walls of the flattened, overlapping leaves of the sturdy fibered guano there was a picture in color of the Sacred Heart of Jesus and another of the Virgin of Cobre. These were relics of his wife. Once there had been a tinted photograph of his wife on the wall but he had taken it down because it made him too lonely to see it and it was on the shelf in the corner under his clean shirt.

Jelly Sweets

Jelly Sweets

He was an old man who fished alone in a skiff in the Gulf Stream and he had gone eighty-four days now without taking a fish. In the first forty days a boy had been with him. But after forty days without a fish the boy’s parents had told him that the old man was now definitely and finally salao, which is the worst form of unlucky, and the boy had gone at their orders in another boat which caught three good fish the first week. It made the boy sad to see the old man come in each day with his skiff empty and he always went down to help him carry either the coiled lines or the gaff and harpoon and the sail that was furled around the mast. The sail was patched with Hour sacks and, furled, it looked like the flag of permanent defeat.

The old man was thin and gaunt with deep wrinkles in the back of his neck. The brown blotches of the benevolent skin cancer the sun brings from its eflection on the tropic sea were on his cheeks.The blotches ran well down the sides of his face and his hands had the deep-creased scars from handling heavy fish on the cords. But none of these scars were fresh. They were as old as erosions in a fishless desert.

Graphic and web design is our business. We attach great importance to ‘craftsmanship’
Steve Jobs

They picked up the gear from the boat. The old man carried the mast on his shoulder and the boy carried the wooden box. with the coiled, hard-braided brown lines, the gaff and the harpoon with its shaft. The box with the baits was under the stem of the skiff along with the club that was used to subdue the big fish when they were brought alongside. No one would steal from the old man but it was better to take the sail and the heavy lines home as the dew was bad for them and, though he was quite sure no local people would steal from him, the old man thought that a gaff and a harpoon were needless temptations.

They walked up the road together to the old man’s shack and went in through its open door. The old man leaned the mast with its wrapped sail against the wall and the boy put the box and the other gear beside it. The mast was nearly as long as the one room of the shack. The shack was made of the tough budshields of the royal palm which are called guano and in it there was a bed, a table, one chair.

This is one of those moments when we are influencing the future.

On the brown walls of the flattened, overlapping leaves of the sturdy fibered guano there was a picture in color of the Sacred Heart of Jesus and another of the Virgin of Cobre. These were relics of his wife. Once there had been a tinted photograph of his wife on the wall but he had taken it down because it made him too lonely to see it and it was on the shelf in the corner under his clean shirt.