Robin Rendle
Robin Rendle
Robin Rendle
I’m Robin, a British designer, writer, and typographic nuisance from San Francisco. Today I’m a designer at Apple although previously I’ve made software at Retool, Sentry, and Gusto as well as for clients like Buttondown and XOXO.
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In his newsletter, Dept. of Enthusiasm, Jez mentioned Labi Siffre’s Remember My Song which I had never heard before. It’s been playing in the background whilst I cook this evening and it’s just so very perfect.
I found out about Dream Wiki through Kicks Condor’s surreal blog and damn is this just what I meant about making websites weird. I have no idea who made this “GARDEN OF ASSOCIATIVE THOUGHT SLURRY COMBINED FIELD NOTES-CAREFULLY GROWN.”...
I’ve been struggling to read for quite some time as my focus can barely hold on long enough to grasp a paragraph or two. And this is only made worse by a crush; a few weeks ago I started flirting with someone that I’ve known for a decade...
In a post I wrote a while back about dark mode and variable fonts, Gerhard Großmann made this rather lovely comment: In typography it’s well known that luminous letters on dark backgrounds tend to look bolder. Unfortunately I know the...
My pal Lucy Bellwood jotted down some notes about being patient with yourself: The impulse to fix fix fix work work work shout shout shout until it all gets done in one breathless swoop is strong. But I think it's the same impulse that...
Dave Chappelle’s latest show on the murder of George Floyd, 8:46: ...he’s not a hero and why does the black community make him a hero? Why do you choose him as a hero? WE didn’t choose him, YOU did. They killed him and that wasn’t right,...
I guess I’m feeling a bit nostalgic this evening. Or perhaps nostalgic is not the right word, maybe confused instead. That’s because I’m on the lookout for new blogs and websites, and I’m stumbling upon a few common patterns; portfolios...
“I’m sorry,” I repeat for the sixth or maybe even the seventh time. The bespectacled figure on the video tilts his head, looks up from his notes at me. Somewhere between the third and fifth apology I notice that he has all the discipline...
Reading over the 8 to Abolition website made me gasp this morning because I had never even considered a world without police: The end goal of these reforms is not to create better, friendlier, or more community-oriented police or...
This week I was reminded with a big, thundering oomph that the sixth episode of HBO’s The Watchmen, This Extraordinary Being, is some of the finest television I’ve ever seen. The focus of this episode is inherited pain, the idea that it...
This cover of Springsteen’s 41 Shots by Living Colour is heartbreaking and worthy of every second of your attention today. Goddamn.
A couple of years ago I was at a cafe and someone dropped a plate on the floor. Half a second after it exploded they shouted “I AM GROWING AND LEARNING” and I still think about it everyday. Anyway, during this quarantine there’s so very...
Cassie sent me this pdf the other day, an excerpt of Sister Outsider by Audre Lorde (which I need to pick up immediately) and I really can’t stop thinking about it: “I can't possibly teach Black women's writing—their experience is so...
Still enslaved to a white man, Frederick Douglass is climbing to the top of a hill. After some time he reaches the very top where he now has a vantage of the whole bay—beneath him the ships are rolling into the dock with piercing white...
Over on the NYT, An Incalculable Loss is equal parts beautiful and horrific. It says a giant “fuck you” to the charts and statistics and shows everyone that’s died so far during the pandemic in a way that’s entirely heartbreaking. One...