Flipping through the virtual RISD website the other day, I was reminded that I was featured in one of their recent publications.
This brochure is called Working, and it focuses on alumni who are doing cool things. Suffice it to say, I am humbled and honored to be featured amongst these stellar artists!
Click to see the whole brochure here!
It has become a tradition (cue the Fiddler on the Roof theme!) for my mother and I to hit Brimfield twice a year- once in spring, and once in the fall. Brimfield is a town in Massachusetts that becomes the antique mecca of the US three times a year. The town is overtaken by a baffling quantity of antiques dealers from all over the country, selling every possible thing ever made. That is what I like most about it. While I may be seeking certain things for my various collections, mostly I like to take pictures of the oddities that I never expected to see. And so, I share them with you! I hope you appreciate the old and odd, too!
Who you lookin’ at, punk?
I didn’t expect to see Harrison Ford, for example.
Harrison and Mom, together at last!
Are they live, or are they cooked?
Here you can see a set of the original, deadly steel-tipped Jarts, along with a painting of…questionable content.
What is going on in that painting?
I can’t buy everything, but IF I could, this would be amongst the purchases:
You can never have too many wooden bunny carts, I always say.
Here’s another one of those “Wha???” kind of items. They are plaster wall hangings depicting… human peas?
OH, the humanity!
These make me want to be a chocolatier, so I would have an excuse to own them all!
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Do you like paper dolls? I loved them as a kid, as well as any kind of cut-out craft like “build your own town/diorama” books like that. My daughters seem to have inherited that gene (the gene for wanting to cut and assemble stuff). I recently found this odd vintage set on Ebay:
OK, so it’s a set based on the 1968 movie version of “Finian’s Rainbow”, which starred Fred Astaire as Finian and Petula Clark as Sharon. It also starred one of my movie favorites, Tommy Steele as Og, the leprechaun. Yes, there’s a leprechaun in it. Needless to say, this is one weird movie. It’s got a very fun musical score, and a very bizarre story line. But in 1968, you could get paper dolls based on it! And wow, only 29¢. What a deal!
I wouldn’t cut such a lovely thing up, but I WOULD scan it and print it onto card stock so my girl could cut it up!
I particularly like how the characters each have outfits from the movie, and also extra outfits that are just stylin’ sixties garb- vests and scarves, oh yeah!
I miss the times when paper dolls were seen as legitimate entertainment. Well, they still are around here.
I found this fab Bjørn Wiinblad tile at Savers the other day:
He was a Danish artist who cranked out a great amount of decorative ceramics and art. What’s not to love?? He had such a charming style, very distinct. His ceramics are sometimes printed with his line work and sometimes rendered in 3-D:
He also illustrated posters and prints like these:
He lived a good, long life, apparently- born in 1918, he only died in 2006 after creating decades of design. What do you think about his art?
Well, what do you know? It turned into another year! As I was poking around looking at vintage images, I found a bunch of New Year pig images:
Pigs. For New Year. Hmmm.
It appears to have been an all-Europe phenomenon, imported to the US.
I am surprised I never noticed this ‘gluckschwein’ (lucky pig) imagery in conjunction with the New Year before.
By luck, I happen to have a pig book coming out early in this New Year- in a mere 17 days! This is what my little pig guy looks like.
With maybe just a little more luck, it will be discovered and enjoyed by actual kids.
Happy New Year everyone! Oink!
I am adding this new category to my blog merely to have an excuse to post things that I find and love.
I LOVE these.
They are pages from a French ladies magazine, circa 1957, hawking L’Alsacienne Biscuits. The artist is Hervé Morvan.
Seriously, what’s not to love??