Niko



Niko is a contemporary, humanist sans with a friendly yet clear and distinct personality. It is designed for excellent legibility, particularly for long continuous reading. The wedge-shaped stem heads add liveliness and variety to the carefully crafted letterforms. Niko, a highly versatile type family consisting of 54 styles that are designed to work equally well on paper and on screen. The family includes condensed, as well as extra-condensed variations, for situations where space-saving typography is required.



Single Font
Entire Family (54 Fonts)

Niko Thin Niko Thin Italic Niko Extralight Niko Extralight Italic Niko Light Niko Light Italic Niko Regular Niko Regular Italic Niko Medium Niko Medium Italic Niko Semibold Niko Semibold Italic Niko Bold Niko Bold Italic Niko Extrabold Niko Extrabold Italic Niko Black Niko Black Italic Niko Condensed Thin Niko Condensed Thin Italic Niko Condensed Extralight Niko Condensed Extralight Italic Niko Condensed Light Niko Condensed Light Italic Niko Condensed Regular Niko Condensed Regular Italic Niko Condensed Medium Niko Condensed Medium Italic Niko Condensed Semibold Niko Condensed Semibold Italic Niko Condensed Bold Niko Condensed Bold Italic Niko Condensed Extrabold Niko Condensed Extrabold Italic Niko Condensed Black Niko Condensed Black Italic Niko Extracondensed Thin Niko Extracondensed Thin Italic Niko Extracondensed Extralight Niko Extracondensed Extralight Italic Niko Extracondensed Light Niko Extracondensed Light Italic Niko Extracondensed Regular Niko Extracondensed Regular Italic Niko Extracondensed Medium Niko Extracondensed Medium Italic Niko Extracondensed Semibold Niko Extracondensed Semibold Italic Niko Extracondensed Bold Niko Extracondensed Bold Italic Niko Extracondensed Extrabold Niko Extracondensed Extrabold Italic Niko Extracondensed Black Niko Extracondensed Black Italic
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Michelangelo
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Symphony of Hues
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Edinburgh Festival
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MUSEUM OF MODERN ART
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It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen.
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He smiled understandingly, much more than understandingly. It was one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it, that you may come across four or five times in life. It faced, or seemed to face, the whole external world for an instant, and then concentrated on you with an irresistible prejudice in your favor. It understood you just so far as you wanted to be understood, believed in you as you would like to believe in yourself, and assured you that it had precisely the impression of you that, at your best, you hoped to convey.