Showing posts with label Photoshop. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Photoshop. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Logo Madness

Today I set about designing a new Logo for the website. Every time I design it's an exercise in frustration. Problem is that there are no limits. 16.8 million colors. Any size, Any shape. Four million images to choose from. A logo is supposed to say something about the company, but what is it that I want to say?

Something Artsy, but not too artsy. Don't want to alienate anyone. Can't use something too sexy because inevitably someone will complain about that. Not something too conservative because I'm not.

I settled on an image of the City of Vancouver that has been very successful for me. It speaks of where I call home, where I work, where I play. It makes a great backdrop and it's sexy without being too sexy so no-one will call and complain but it's not too conservative either.

Okay, got the picture. Then what? How about a little DKNY influence - the city within the text. It needed more so I dropped in the complete background image and de-saturated it, dropped the contrast, and voila! The city is continuous in the image, flowing through the text.

Several hours later.....

 

and Tomorrow is another day. Cheers!

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Splat

With a few minutes to kill before boarding my train, I went for a wander around the new Vancouver Trade and Convention Centre (that's center for our American counterparts). I found this unique sculpture there and had to get the shot. I pulled out my trusty D3 and mounted a 20mm f2.8 lens, lay on the ground and made the shot. Laying on the ground seems a common thing for me, thus the reason I prefer jeans to slacks.

I hung around and shot some seagulls frolicking in the updrafts then ran to catch my rails. On the train I pulled out my MacBook Pro and downloaded, adjusted the images in Lightroom, and exported them into Photoshop. The image with the sculpture needed something more so I comped in a seagull to complete it. I was done ten minutes before the train reached my stop.

Pleased with my efforts, I sought the admiration of my loving 11 year old daughter when I arrived at home. She broke out in laughter pointing at the screen.

"The bird did THAT !"