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"I like things that have letters on them," Jim Parkinson explains as he leads me into his studio, a sunlit space tucked into a top back corner of his Oakland home. Three walls of the room are covered – top to bottom, edge to edge – with posters, signs, notes, ads, newspaper headlines, sketches, magazine covers, certificates, and even metal letters. One small card is the diploma Parkinson's mother received for her penmanship; a photograph of legendary type designer Fred Goudy and his cat is signed "From 'Marmalade' and me."
Parkinson, an Oakland native who has lived in the Bay Area most of his life, created many of the logos we see on magazine newsstands and on the mastheads of newspapers today; his typefaces (not just the letters, but the space around them and their relationship to each other) can be seen on numerous book covers. He has designed the logos for dozens of publications, from Activa(a Spanish lifestyle mag) to the Wall Street Journal, the National Enquirerto the San Francisco Examiner(old and new), InStyleto Newsweek; a trio of his fonts – called Golden Gate, Motel, and Catchwords – graces the cover of the novel The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay by Bay Area author Michael Chabon. Parkinson can barely recall all the places his work appears: "There's so much."
This is not to say that he's blasé about his accomplishments; Parkinson is modest, but not coy. One of the images on his wall is a cover from the first issue of Rolling Stone magazine, for which he designed the logo (and several typefaces) back when it was still based in San Francisco. The page's logo is marked up with black pen – a curlicue added here, a letter shape made funkier there – courtesy of Jann Wenner, the publication's founder. The final version (with some of Wenner's suggestions incorporated) is perhaps Parkinson's best-known creation, and is getting further life in a knockoff for the movie School of Rock(not to mention SF Weekly's "Rock Ninja!" cover of last week).
The irony of Parkinson's work – and that of every type designer, regardless of where his letters appear – is that it's so recognizable and yet so anonymous. It's an invisible art, in a sense. It may not be necessary to know the people behind the letters, but anybody who publishes would do well to think about how her points get across in print. Type designers put a human face on the ideas in our heads, provide a bridge from my brain into yours. As Robert Bringhurst writes in The Elements of Typographic Style, "If the book appears to be only a paper machine, produced at their own convenience by other machines, only machines will want to read it."
Whenever he travels, Parkinson takes photos of everyday items: manhole covers, street signs, words on buildings, billboards, architectural details, banners hanging from storefronts. The images sometimes show up in his fine art – the large-scale, retro, almost cartoony paintings he creates just for fun. (The spacious, elegant house he shares with his wife, Beth, is filled with his pieces and with even larger paintings of hers; she prefers softer palettes and subjects like pets and vegetables.) "Lettering always weaseled its way in" to all of his art, Parkinson says – from the cartoons he drew as a teenager in Richmond to the cards he created working for Hallmark in Kansas City in the '60s to the ads he designed when he moved back to Oakland at the end of the decade. "I think about letters more than reasonably healthy people should."
When he was a kid in Richmond, Parkinson lived next door to a fellow named Abraham Lincoln Paulsen – aka "Wizard Penman," "Paulsen the Pencilmaniac," and "World's Champion Gymnastic Penman." The lettering artist would perform at exhibitions, trade shows, and World's Fairs by drawing what appeared to be columns of numbers that, when spun upside down, would spell out a message (much as you can write "hello" by pressing "01134" on a calculator, only by hand and much more quickly). He'd paint what looked like Chinese calligraphy and turned out to be a person's name, and demonstrated many other feats. "When I was seven years old I would spend hours watching him work in his studio," Parkinson writes on his Web site (www.typedesign.com). "That was the beginning of my life-long love of lettering."
His father, an architect and artist who ended up working for the phone company after the Depression, didn't think Parkinson could make a living in art and encouraged him to go into accounting. Parkinson lasted not quite a semester at the University of Nevada. Back in the Bay Area, he ended up at what was then known as the California College of Arts and Crafts (now California College of the Arts) in Oakland, studying fine art and advertising art. There were no classes in type design, so he taught himself how to do it.
Freelancing for anyone who'd take him, he did lettering on ads, record covers (the Doobie Brothers, Creedence Clearwater Revival), the bass drums of friends' bands, a banner for the "Grand Opening" of a Pizza Hut (for which he was paid with coupons for free pizza). At that time Parkinson – a handsome, trim man with once-shaggy but now thinning gray hair and a salt-and-pepper goatee – was "a hippie-artist wannabe." In a voice betraying the grit and twang of a guy who was once "deeply into drugs and alcohol," he explains that he "elbowed my way in" to the community of underground publications and art, with which he was more "karmically aligned" than an ad agency. He started doing spot art for Rolling Stone ("stupid little drawings"), and when famed art director Roger Black, now credited with helping to create the overall look of the magazine, needed a logo designer, a mutual friend recommended Parkinson. It was the start of a long, fruitful collaboration – and a successful career.