-
60 ptBoogy Brut Light
-
60 ptBoogy Brut Book
-
60 ptBoogy Brut Regular
-
60 ptBoogy Brut Medium
-
60 ptBoogy Brut Bold
-
60 ptBoogy Brut Poster White
-
60 ptBoogy Brut Poster Black
-
60 ptBBWW
-
60 ptBBWB
Boogy Brut
Published in 2020
60 €
60 €
60 €
60 €
60 €
60 €
60 €
60 €
🡢 To buy multiple kind of licenses, you need to place separate orders.
About Boogy Brut
9 styles
Designed by Bureau Brut & Julien Priez (Boogy Paper)
Released in 2020
Boogy Brut is the outcome of a collaboration between Boogy Paper and Bureau Brut. But, by the way, who is Boogy Paper?
Julien Priez, aka Boogy Paper, is a calligrapher and type designer, and a member of the “High On Type” collective. His work is heavily indebted to designers such as Oscar Ogg or Berthold Wolpe, who similarly envisioned calligraphy and lettering not necessarily as ends in themselves but as key steps within an overall creative process. This approach has informed parts of the design of Boogy Brut, which is a true contemporary digital typographic family and not merely a typeface influenced by calligraphy. Sharply modelled shapes reveal the structural qualites of the written models but do away with the handmade imperfections caused by the writing tools or the texture of the paper. Boogy Brut thus is free from any reference to a particular model, rather a synthesis of various researches and experiments endeavoured by Julien over the past few years.
The Boogy Brut family offers a wide spectrum of uses, from drop caps to poster type to text sizes. Every subfamily benefits from a specific formal approach while staying firmly within the frame of the larger whole. The “Wild” versions are designed like initials: far from the traditional “quest for legibility”, they tread the boundaries between graphic design and pure art. The “Poster” subfamily, which is intended for display use, is comparatively closer to the calligraphic sources than the other two. In order to achieve the narrowest fit, its shapes have been fine-tuned to allow for very close spacing — for instance, the finials of each letter were drawn so that the transition from one letter to the next remains organic and harmonious, and some pairs even create “natural” ligatures between touching letters. The last subfamily is optimized for text setting in small sizes, with an extended character set and numerous OpenType features. Nevertheless, this vibrant design has inherited from its “Poster” siblings’ strong temper, and is anything but classical. Be patient, Italics are in progress!
Distinctive features
Showcase
🡦 Wild White
🡦 Wild Black
🡦 Poster White
🡦 Poster Black
🡦 Poster White + Wild White
🡦 Poster Black + Wild Black
🡦 Bold
🡦 Medium
🡦 Regular
🡦 Book
🡦 Light
🡦 Bold
A cry of fury broke from everyone! At noon we were no further advanced than at eight o’clock in the morning. The captain then decided to take more direct means. “Ah!” said he, “that animal goes quicker than the Abraham Lincoln. Very well! we will see whether it will escape these conical bullets. Send your men to the forecastle, sir.” The forecastle gun was immediately loaded and slewed round. But the shot passed some feet above the cetacean, which was half a mile off. “Another, more to the right,” cried the commander, “and five dollars to whoever An old gunner with a grey beard—that I can see now—with steady eye and grave face, went up to the gun and took a long aim. A loud report was heard, with which were mingled the cheers of the crew. The bullet did its work; it hit the animal, and, sliding off the rounded surface, was lost in two miles depth of sea.
🡦 Medium
A cry of fury broke from everyone! At noon we were no further advanced than at eight o’clock in the morning. The captain then decided to take more direct means. “Ah!” said he, “that animal goes quicker than the Abraham Lincoln. Very well! we will see whether it will escape these conical bullets. Send your men to the forecastle, sir.” The forecastle gun was immediately loaded and slewed round. But the shot passed some feet above the cetacean, which was half a mile off. “Another, more to the right,” cried the commander, “and five dollars to whoever An old gunner with a grey beard—that I can see now—with steady eye and grave face, went up to the gun and took a long aim. A loud report was heard, with which were mingled the cheers of the crew. The bullet did its work; it hit the animal, and, sliding off the rounded surface, was lost in two miles depth of sea.
🡦 Regular
A cry of fury broke from everyone! At noon we were no further advanced than at eight o’clock in the morning. The captain then decided to take more direct means. “Ah!” said he, “that animal goes quicker than the Abraham Lincoln. Very well! we will see whether it will escape these conical bullets. Send your men to the forecastle, sir.” The forecastle gun was immediately loaded and slewed round. But the shot passed some feet above the cetacean, which was half a mile off. “Another, more to the right,” cried the commander, “and five dollars to whoever An old gunner with a grey beard—that I can see now—with steady eye and grave face, went up to the gun and took a long aim. A loud report was heard, with which were mingled the cheers of the crew. The bullet did its work; it hit the animal, and, sliding off the rounded surface, was lost in two miles depth of sea.
🡦 Book
A cry of fury broke from everyone! At noon we were no further advanced than at eight o’clock in the morning. The captain then decided to take more direct means. “Ah!” said he, “that animal goes quicker than the Abraham Lincoln. Very well! we will see whether it will escape these conical bullets. Send your men to the forecastle, sir.” The forecastle gun was immediately loaded and slewed round. But the shot passed some feet above the cetacean, which was half a mile off. “Another, more to the right,” cried the commander, “and five dollars to whoever An old gunner with a grey beard—that I can see now—with steady eye and grave face, went up to the gun and took a long aim. A loud report was heard, with which were mingled the cheers of the crew. The bullet did its work; it hit the animal, and, sliding off the rounded surface, was lost in two miles depth of sea.
🡦 Light
A cry of fury broke from everyone! At noon we were no further advanced than at eight o’clock in the morning. The captain then decided to take more direct means. “Ah!” said he, “that animal goes quicker than the Abraham Lincoln. Very well! we will see whether it will escape these conical bullets. Send your men to the forecastle, sir.” The forecastle gun was immediately loaded and slewed round. But the shot passed some feet above the cetacean, which was half a mile off. “Another, more to the right,” cried the commander, “and five dollars to whoever An old gunner with a grey beard—that I can see now—with steady eye and grave face, went up to the gun and took a long aim. A loud report was heard, with which were mingled the cheers of the crew. The bullet did its work; it hit the animal, and, sliding off the rounded surface, was lost in two miles depth of sea.
Aperçu du jeu de caractères
Boogy Brut
Boogy Brut Poster
