To me Chicago has always seemed like a terrible place to live; full of super-mean fat people with terrible accents and even worse weather [new version coming soon]. However, I have always wanted to visit- see Wrigley Field, Prairie School architecture, and the Chicago Institute of Art. Perhaps that is indicative of the people that live there; they seem nice enough and have a cutesy accent but when you get to know they you understand just how cuttingly-mean they can be. Chicago’s dark side, and many people say, true side, is depressed, violent, and drug-addicted. While composing the fake civic catch-phrase I was thinking of the young boy who was beaten to death by kids in his neighborhood because he did well in school. I also thought about my father, his friends, and my uncles, who were all robbed when they went to Comiskey Park to see a White Sox game.
The color variation of background outlining for CHICAGO separates the word into CHICA-GO, an allusion to the large number of Latinos who call the city home, especially Puerto Ricans (who knew they liked the cold?) and over 200,000 Mexican immigrants. Chicago’s decades-long Latin influx has made the city one of the few post-industrial Midwestern cities with a relatively stable population.
The visibility of detail in the sports team logos is based on how many years have passed since the team’s last championship.








