Lazord Sans | Serif Font

So he began to spread.

Born from a late-night kerning session between a cynical typographer and a bottle of cheap whiskey, Lazord Sans Serif was elegant, minimal, and sharp as a blade. His strokes were perfectly horizontal, his curves utterly rational. He stood at 12 points tall on a white artboard, arms crossed, watching the other fonts scramble for attention. lazord sans serif font

“No, you idiot,” Lazord said, his glyphs vibrating. “I’m tired of being ‘readable.’ I want to be felt .” So he began to spread

Mira tried to uninstall him. Her cursor turned into a spinning beach ball of death. Then the screen flickered. And Lazord typed himself, letter by letter, across her desktop: Lazord Sans Serif was elegant