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Shape of the page

An editorial spread. Full-width bands down a single 80rem hold, with one band inverted to cream so the page has a middle rather than a length. Two of them break the column: a strip of the season read across instead of down, and a screen holding two ways on and nothing else.

What a lid does when you point at it

The wall of eight opens rather than swaps. A cell lights its four corners, lifts the helmet a little, and a spray of dirt opens down over it from the top edge on a curve, so the lid is still underneath at the end of it. Every cell answers a keyboard the same way it answers a pointer, and each one goes to the round it was painted for.

What it leads with

Numbers. A season is a set of measurements, so the measurements are the spine and the photographs sit behind them.

Spacing

Generous, on a ladder that starts at 1rem. Bands sit 5rem apart and the results table sits close, so the rows read as one block.

The head

The portrait is a cutout on a relief that turns towards the pointer. A trail follows the pointer and changes what it crosses: the face drains to two tones, a full-face lid appears on the head, and the contour ground fills in between its lines. The lid row puts the lid on without the pointer, and on scroll the head recedes, loses its colour and settles into a frame beside the statement.

The one bold decision

Size and length carry every magnitude on the page. The one bright colour appears once per section and never twice, so it always means the same thing: this is the one to look at.

Where the colour comes from

The near-black and the acid green are the same colour at two strengths, so the page is one decision rather than a colour dropped onto a grey. Every other value clears the readability it owes against the worst surface it can land on. The ground is not flat: it carries contour lines, drawn from the same two colours as the page under them, so the field can never be harder to read than the plain ground it replaced. An inverting band turns the ground over with it.

Type

Two families that do different jobs. The workhorse has a width axis the page spends (the name runs as wide as the face goes, the small capitals as narrow), so width carries rank as well as size. The second family is a high-contrast serif and it appears on about one word in twenty: the given name, the quantity in each section title, and the two verbs the quotation turns on.

Motion

One gesture, used everywhere. A line arrives masked under a solid bar of the accent, unmasks left to right, and the bar wipes off after it, so the bright colour touches every heading for a third of a second and is gone. Two things move on their own: the name strip along the bottom, and the trail in the masthead, which drifts on a slow figure after the pointer has rested for a while. Neither carries a control to stop it. A hairline across the top reads the position on the page, the contour ground drifts under it, and the head turns only as far as the pointer asks. With motion turned off in the system settings, the trail becomes a still disc under the pointer, the ground holds, and everything else is already in place.

The first two rows are the same pair read in both directions, because the ink of one theme is the ground of the other. Two greys, not one: the hairline between rows is far too faint to read text against, so it separates rows and does nothing else, and anything drawing the edge of a control is a step darker. The trough a bar sits in is fainter again, so a full trough is never mistaken for a full bar. The label on the acid green is the page’s own near-black, which is the darkest thing this palette has rather than the first shade that cleared the floor. On a colour this bright the two are a long way apart, and stopping at the first one gives a smudge that passes.