A cover treatment project for my typography class. The jacket’s written content isn’t mine, by the way. Click through to see some other parts of the design.
I should also say that, for this project, I ignored the story’s film treatment (which I’ve heard is completely different than Fitzgerald’s short story) and read the original text from the 1922 collection, Tales of the Jazz Age. Fitzgerald’s story of Benjamin Button is far more humorous and interesting (from a social/cultural perspective) than its fairly flat representations in popular cultural suggest.
The two passages below provided most of the direction for my cover design. Together they illustrate how the title character’s life is book-ended by a policing of his identity:
Despite his aged stoop, Benjamin Button—for it was by this name they called him instead of by the appropriate but invidious Methuselah—was five feet eight inches tall. His clothes did not conceal this, nor did the clipping and dyeing of his eyebrows disguise the fact that the eyes under—were faded and watery and tired. In fact, the baby-nurse who had been engaged in advance left the house after one look, in a state of considerable indignation. (Chapter 1)
At the termination of this interview, Benjamin wandered dismally upstairs and stared at himself in the mirror. He had not shaved for three months, but he could find nothing on his face but a faint white down with which it seemed unnecessary to meddle. When he had first come home from Harvard, Roscoe [his son] had approached him with the proposition that he should wear eye-glasses and imitation whiskers glued to his cheeks, and it had seemed for a moment that the farce of his early years was to be repeated. But whiskers had itched and made him ashamed. He wept and Roscoe had reluctantly relented. (Chapter 10)