‘Grandpa fuckin spaceshuttle’
In honor of Fuck Week, here’s some highlights from the Engrish blog.
Actual products from Asian countries where English, of course, is not the primary language. For teens, for babies, for grandpa.
In honor of Fuck Week, here’s some highlights from the Engrish blog.
Actual products from Asian countries where English, of course, is not the primary language. For teens, for babies, for grandpa.
‘Lakshmi Menon, Jacquelyn Jablonski, and Kori Richardson go straight for the AquaNet in this acid-washed, studded leather ode to the 80s cult film Heavy Metal Parking Lot.’
Directed by Stephen Smith, creative direction and styling by Yuki James.
Alphabet Pony by The Kills. Editorial shots in V magazine, available March 5.
I hadn’t been in Fresno for at least 10 years. The big commercial strip in town is Blackstone Avenue. This main drag was once plagued with zoning problems and mismanagement – it became known for creating some of the worst overgrown sprawl in the state.
Blackstone was partial inspiration for my Greater Suburban Strip illustration, which is a composite of a few strips in California; including El Camino Real, Stevens Creek in San Jose and most of Los Angeles.
Today, Blackstone is a mix of abandoned big boxes and oddly clever, repurposed businesses. New tenants are making new out of what is gone. Newest: Furniture City. I ate lunch in a combination Kabob House/Used Car Lot. Snapped some shots on the way out.
A couple of weeks ago, I took a day off and drove to Fresno, CA to see Normandie. Nice small club, loud music.
Took photos. Click on them to jump/see larger versions.
The beautiful photography of Barcelona-based Lara Alegre.
Website here. Flickr here. MySpace here.
Found via Because It’s Nice
Joseph Polchin, Sr. (1906-99)
Today is my grandfather’s birthday.
I always thought it was cool that his birthday was celebrated with a National Holiday. He always reminded me of Lincoln anyway. We call him ‘Pappy.’
Pappy spent most of his life in Hazleton, PA (my family is from there). Loved baseball, enjoying a cigar (taught me how to correctly smoke one), could bake a killer huckleberry pie (with berries picked locally, they grew wild in Hazleton) – and I still have a full bottle of the Windsor Canadian Whisky he picked up on his last visit to California (he always insisted on the cheap stuff). At this point – it’s at least 20 years old – makes a really smoooth cocktail.
In the 1930s, Pappy took a printing/typesetting correspondence course. He actually knew a bit about what I do as a graphic/font designer. He was one of the few in my family I could talk to about my chosen profession.
So have a whisky (or martini), cigar, kick back and enjoy Pappy’s Day 2010.
Photo taken by Bob Gray, Winter 1987