I ran across a real piece of history the other day.
A long-time friend and I were revisiting our stomping grounds, reminiscing as we strolled through the hallways, classrooms, and gymnasium of our old middle school—including a visit to the grossest locker room ever. And then when we found it.
See, I was a 20-year-old college student when my hometown mayor (and long-time family friend) asked me to design a logo for the city. I was delighted to help. Unfortunately, I had no idea what I was doing. And the results prove it.
It may be the worst design I’ve ever created. How appropriate, then, that I should run across it, all these years later, on the front of a dumpster. Yep, it’s true. This logo is garbage. Junk. A real piece, all right—of something.
by chris henjum