New Yorker cover by Robert Tallon
I have an artist co-worker, who is a plant lover to the extreme. When I saw this New Yorker cover today, I knew it would make her Friday.
If only these still cost 75 cents…
Branding Components by Experimental Jetset for the Whitney Museum
Bobby Solomon of The Fox is Black does a fantastic job summarizing and critiquing the new re-brand of the Whitney Museum by Dutch design firm, Experimental Jetset.
I am in agreement that while the concept of “responsiveness” has some potential and validity, ultimately this is still a really rather boring design system. Also, as my co-worker pointed out, it’s a bit odd that a museum of American art would choose a European firm to brand them.
Check it out, and judge for yourself!
Our Save the Date stamp has arrived! And it’s pretty damn perfect :)
Only problem I just realized is… I don’t know anything about stamping.
And believe me, it’s harder than it looks!
So excited cause this lil’ baby is getting made into a STAMP! Thanks to lovely Margaret of Paper Pastries, my save the date design is going to be stampable.
I plan to stamp EVERYTHING… even my forehead.
ivyandalexwedding.com is also officially LIVE - all hand coded and built by me (with a lot of help from the amazing Suzanne Rozier!).
Let summer 2013 begin, and let the year-long countdown to next May commence!
Paintings by Wayne Thiebaud
On sunny days I dream of Coney Island and Wayne Thiebaud.
…Drip goes the ice cream cone as sand gets between my toes…
What Cancer Can’t Take Away
When I heard about Roger Ebert’s passing, it reminded me all over again of the day my dad died. Perhaps that’s a pretty heavy statement to make, but somehow that “knocked the wind out” feeling came rushing right back. My father also died of cancer (or more specifically cancer-related illness) twelve years ago. I remember the disease as the villain that came and sucked out almost everything I knew about my dad. It took away his speech, his body, and towards the end even his spirit. But it didn’t take away his creativity or his mind. As hard as cancer tried to bury him, my dad fought for two years to keep making things, and find beauty in his surroundings.
Roger Ebert did the same.
In everything he wrote and said, it was candidly honest about the joys he still found in life and the things that frightened him. He harnessed the power of the internet to keep making his voice heard and fought to not be tossed aside as a relic. Cancer may have taken many things away from him, but it could not eradicate his incredible mind and sense of purpose.
So now I’ll continue to read his words and listen to his voice, and remember the man that made me love going to the movies.