My introduction to the field of design came when I stumbled upon one of Paul Rand’s books while I was an undergrad at MIT. It was a little over a decade later when I had the fortune of meeting Mr. Rand at his studio in Connecticut in the mid 90s. He was alone, and that day his assistant hadn’t arrived yet. So he asked me to stay for the day and work on the final touches of his book. It was Mr. Rand’s last book, From Lascaux to Brooklyn. I can’t really explain the feeling of finding someone’s book, and then changing your entire life direction only to find yourself in a random moment years later typing your name into one of their books. It’s a good feeling, when you can get it. I visited Mr. Rand a year later and he gave me this copy of the book. He gave me a short essay that he wished was in the book that he had just handed out at his lecture at Cooper Union. Mr. Rand unfortunately died that year. He was 82 years old. (via The Language of Art, by Paul Rand – Creative Leadership)