Posts tagged illustration
Since its publication in 1956, “Chocolates for Breakfast” has appeared in eleven languages, including French, Italian, Spanish, Hebrew, German, Japanese, and Swedish. It was a bestseller in the US, Italy, and France.
In the US, according to the Bantam paperback edition, it went through 11 printings and sold over one million copies.
Chance favors only the prepared mind
This latest 8 Faces artwork print is by Berlin based, Laura Serra, and showcases her unique style of pencil lettering and ink splatter. Laura chose this adage for her poster by Louis Pasteur the French microbiologist and chemist who originally conceived the idea of battling germs to defeat disease.
If your mind is prepared you may be able to grab one of these limited edition A3 (297mm x 420mm) prints as they go on sale shortly, at 4pm GMT today. There are less than 50 left.
It’s been fun watching Martina Flor’s Supernova script develop over the last year. Today it exploded at Typotheque where it was given the foundry’s typically thorough documentation. This charming illustration from the article explains that scripts rarely have extended families like text typefaces do.
“A remarkable atlas with portraits of patients suffering from various diseases. Baumgärtner, professor of medicine in Freiburg, taught it was possible to make a correct diagnosis with accompanying medical treatment by studying the patient’s physiognomy, the expression of the face, the colour of the skin, the eyes, the lips, etc.” — Wunderkammer)
Moog Inspired Art Goes Galactic: “We’re pleased to be participating in “SYNTH: A Group Art Show Inspired by Bob Moog” for the third year in a row (check out our 2010 and 2011 Moog inspired blog posts too). For our submission this year, we decided to fuse Moog’s iconic synthesizers with the cockpit of a spaceship to create an intergalactic music machine.” (via DKNG Studios)
(This was found via some ho, who failed to credit the source.)
This thing even glows in the dark!
Bossmobile Gal Friday Execustreak, 1958
Bulgemobile Corp. decided to give the busy Fifties executive the break he needed with its premier dream car for the ’58 season. Enter the fabulous Bossmobile, where the high-salaried corporate big shot could sit back, digest his three-martini lunch, and dictate memos or gab to his golf pro on the portable Electrofone or just uncap the Johnny Walker in the lower right-hand desk drawer for a bracing nip or three before the Bossmobile deposited him at his split-level suburban home in time for cocktail hour.From Bruce McCall’s 2001 book “The Last Dream-o-Rama” (via Tom Wigley)