A new generation of tools is refusing to fight for your attention — no streaks, no badges, no red dots. Inside the movement that wants software to feel less like a slot machine and more like a fountain pen.
Sixty years of steel, ink and stubbornness: a morning with Herta Blum, who still cuts letters by hand while the rest of the city ships variable fonts.
From spreadsheets to CAD, the prompt box is eating the toolbar. What we gain in ease, we may be quietly losing in mastery.
A walking tour of the web’s grandest ruins — from SOAP cathedrals to the tiny undocumented endpoints that quietly ran the world.
Token bureaucracies promised consistency and delivered meetings. A half-serious defense of the unruly, hand-made interface.
Notes on nits: how the race past a thousand of them quietly changed photography, sleep, and the color black.
“Good tools disappear. Great tools leave a mark on the hand that holds them.”Herta Blum, punchcutter — from “The Last Type Foundry on Linienstraße”