TAIHEI タイヘイ
OVERVIEW
Not perfectly straight.
But not careless either.
The Ta bends just slightly,
the He relaxes its shoulders,
the I stands a little proud.
Though it belongs to a dry cleaner,
there’s a rhythm of water in the strokes.
A kindness that refuses sharp corners.
An honesty that never thickens itself too
boldly.
Blending quietly into a Showa-era street,
a modest typeface hero.
Not the star of the scene.
But the kind the city would feel empty
without.
