aesthetic.fyi
A visual reference for web design aesthetics. Each page is designed in the style it describes.
The ancestors coded the stars. The future is ancient. We have always been tomorrow.
You are a helpful assistant. How can I help you today?
Geometry is glamour. Every line knows exactly where it's going.
Nature does not draw straight lines. Neither should you.
>_ You don't need pixels when you have characters. Every glyph is a brushstroke.
█Form follows function. The function is to be unforgettable.
Every module knows its place.
Precision is not cold. It is the deepest form of care.
Raw concrete. No veneer.
The letters are not decoration. The letters ARE the architecture. Read them or be crushed by them.
Class is in session. The dust settles, the lesson begins, and every stroke carries weight.
Soft shapes you want to squeeze. Depth you can almost touch.
Rip it out. Tape it down. Nothing matches and that's the whole point.
POW! Every page is a splash panel. Every heading screams. Nothing here whispers.
Art must serve the revolution. Every line has a purpose. Every angle is a declaration.
Designed to make work feel like play.
You are stardust briefly aware of itself. The universe doesn't end — it just hasn't rendered yet.
Slow down. The bread is rising, the garden is blooming, and nothing here needs to be optimized.
Decentralized, trustless, and gradient-heavy. The future is on-chain and the UI glows.
The future already happened. It just wasn't distributed evenly.
The margins are full of notes. The lamp is low. Knowledge lives in the space between reverence and obsession.
The screen breathes out. Your eyes breathe in.
The metrics are beautiful. The data might even be real.
The data speaks for itself. Your job is to make sure it speaks clearly.
Three colors, two axes, one philosophy. Everything else is noise.
Maximum data per pixel.
Read the docs. Trust the docs.
The typography is the illustration.
The luxury of emptiness.
No depth. All signal.
Nature rendered in plastic. Optimism you could wipe clean.
HUD online. Vitals nominal. All systems tracking. Welcome to the overlay that never sleeps.
Light through frosted crystal.
The signal broke. The error stayed. Now it's the whole point.
From the shadows of cathedral code, darkness renders beautiful.
Nothing here is clean. The edges are torn, the textures are filthy, and that's exactly the point.
The surface shifts. The color moves. Nothing here is one thing — it is every color, depending on where you stand.
Crystalline precision. Every surface fractures light. Nothing here melts.
I made this site by hand and you can view source to prove it.
Less, but better. Warm wood, quiet space, and the calm of things exactly where they belong.
Everything is round, everything is soft, and everything has a little face on it.
The text does not wait. It slides, rotates, scales, and demands your attention before you have finished reading.
Surfaces with purpose. Elevation with meaning.
More is more is more is more is more.
Design is not a sober science. It's a wild party with confetti on the floor.
Warm materials, clean lines, and the belief that good design should feel like home.
Less, but better.
One hue. No distractions. Every shade of gray carries the weight that color never could.
The city never sleeps. Neon bleeds through rain-soaked glass, and every shadow tells a story no one asked to hear.
The box model is not a bug. It's the whole point.
Soft light on quiet surfaces. Depth without edges.
The city never sleeps. Neither do the shadows. Every frame tells a lie — beautifully.
Less, but better. Let the light in, let the space breathe, and find beauty in what remains.
Your workspace is your aesthetic.
Under construction since 1996.
Your eyes are not broken. The surface is moving. The grid is alive. Look again.
Software that feels like it grew.
Windowed interface, title bars, taskbar, desktop icons — multitasking as a design language.
Cut it out, fold it over, layer it up. Every edge is torn by hand and nothing here is pixel-perfect.
Everything here is gentle. The colors don't shout — they hum, they glow, they drift like clouds made of cotton candy.
Every pixel placed with purpose. No anti-aliasing. No gradients. Just the grid.
Everything is louder, bolder, and more. If it doesn't hit you in the face, it's not finished.
The work speaks. The page just holds the silence around it.
Turn on, tune in, scroll down.
Pull up a stool, honey. The milkshake's cold, the jukebox is warm, and the neon never stops humming.
The future was chrome, curved, and full of possibility. We just forgot to build it.
> system boot complete. awaiting input_
Offset the ink. Overlap the layers. Every misprint is a signature.
More is more is more. Every surface gilded, every curve adorned, every restraint abandoned in favor of exquisite excess.
One idea at a time. Full screen. No distractions.
If it looks like you can touch it, you already understand it.
A future where the garden grew back through the server rack.
Light passes through color and arrives transformed. Every panel holds a fragment of something sacred.
Ship it clean. Raise the round.
Brass gears turn behind every pixel. The future was built in a Victorian workshop.
The grid is not a constraint. It is the design.
The sun already set. The grid goes on forever.
Sun-baked clay, olive groves, and the quiet patience of things shaped by hand and hardened by fire.
Sun-soaked, salt-kissed, and unapologetically vibrant. This page was made to be viewed with sunglasses on.
The floating world holds still. Every line is deliberate, every color is placed, and the wave never crashes.
Sink deeper. The light bends here, the silence hums, and everything moves at the pace of the current.
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Nothing here is perfect. That is what makes it beautiful.
This is not the final design. It never was. But somehow it says everything it needs to.
card / previewThe future was chrome and it loaded in 56k.
The stones do not speak. The sand does not hurry. And yet, everything is exactly where it belongs.