For many years I collected business cards. After trips near and far, close friends*, family, and dysfunctional relatives would pass them along to me. I collected the ones that struck my fancy in a binder with sleeves that were designed for trading cards.
What strikes my fancy? Font use, color choice, kitschy clip art, poor design, etc. I do not think business cards will ever go away from the landscape of America, but it certainly is a dying breed of communication.
My partner in life scanned these in for me a while back, and I’m glad they were not lost in RGBisMe’s Great Self-Created Blog Disaster.
Of note, middle card, third column: Rick Williams was the District Justice that married us in December 1984. The magenta cow above it just makes me smile. Click on the image for a larger view of the cards.
*P.S. I try not to use the “F” word nowadays, it leads to far too many tangled issues with complications beyond belief.
What strikes my fancy? Font use, color choice, kitschy clip art, poor design, etc. I do not think business cards will ever go away from the landscape of America, but it certainly is a dying breed of communication.
My partner in life scanned these in for me a while back, and I’m glad they were not lost in RGBisMe’s Great Self-Created Blog Disaster.
Of note, middle card, third column: Rick Williams was the District Justice that married us in December 1984. The magenta cow above it just makes me smile. Click on the image for a larger view of the cards.
*P.S. I try not to use the “F” word nowadays, it leads to far too many tangled issues with complications beyond belief.