I Desire Vintage Posters
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At the outset of lithographic poster communications (in the 1890′s), an inspired French designer, Jules-Alexandre Grun, hit upon color cues to evoke the addictive verve and uncanniness of Belle Epoque Paris delights. Continue reading
During the German Occupation of Paris, Jean Cocteau, assisted by his friend, Jean Marais, shook off a decade-long oblivion due to opium addiction, and wrote the script for Robert Bresson’s film, Les Dames du Bois de Boulogne (1944/1945). Continue reading
Whereas promotional graphics featuring women tend to zero in on the physical and intentional presence of their person, with men it’s the scope of the activity that is (usually) paramount. Continue reading
On looking over the snaps for last Tuesday’s seminar at the Design Exchange, I find this one unintentionally stands out, as capturing the Beauty and Beast dialogue that occurred. Continue reading
So often you’ll hear that advertising demeans women, that it tends to imply that they are mere physical entities with no more-elevated features. This seems a dynamite argument, until you stop to consider, “What’s wrong with physical riches?” Sure, calculative skills can take you somewhere important and necessary. But so can physical vivacity, a consideration that is seldom given its full scope.
Take the litho above, for a perfume and cosmetics shop in Paris. Few of us notice that the figure flies even in the absence of a nose. Why? Because it holds the promise of plunging into imaginative discovery (those eyelashes, for instance, like biplanes) with its own mysterious cogency, its amazing volatility about individual integrity. Continue reading
Throughout its fairly long history, Toronto has been a beacon to those counting on safe bets. Though not altogether a bad thing, it has, until very recently, played out as altogether a boring thing. Capping off a recent plunge to give mystery a chance, there is a project in the works, by architect, Frank Gehry (a Toronto boy who decades ago decided that the polluted atmosphere of LA was better for his health than Toronto’s antiseptic factors) which promises to lift young hearts and infuriate old hearts. Continue reading
In the 1935 edition of Plouf the Wild Duck, we’re ushered into the birth of the little protagonist by way of his mother’s reverie on the changes of the moon during her stay on the nest with her eggs. That is the first phase of this carefully observed little saga which is always about heading skyward. Continue reading
Milano is an ancient centre with an ultra-modern heart. Just as its cathedral is the most stunningly designed instance to be found, its artisans continue to generate all manner of products at a level of instantly recognizable excellence. Continue reading
We have embarked, in our acquisitions of the past year or so, upon the easily underestimated powers of Americana graphics. Here we want to dip into inventory we’ve held and loved for years, graphics that likewise trade in discovery that carnally intensive lives, presented with wit and warmth, can open doors for us.
The texts of the French children’s books series, Pere Castor (Daddy Beaver), unearth charms that gain even more scope by comparison with the work of their more flashy cousins, within a seldom considered Franco-American constellation. The volume Quipic (the hedgehog–in French, herisson) begins with the roots and underground insects of a garden and then looks upward to surface and flying animals. Continue reading
Toronto-born, now Tokyo-based, designer, Oki Sato describes his life and the priorities of his inventions as “boring;” but don’t believe that for a second. He does indeed love routine, repeated patterns of activity and bare-bones, infrastructural-salient products. But the intensification and panorama derivable from that regime is earth-shattering, despite being very quiet. Continue reading
