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Sucked Me Right In

Sucked Me Right In

Combining three of my many passions this afternoon, collectible mag design-tchotchke searches online, rearranging the library in my home studio and browsing Amazon.com for retardedly expensive art books to add to my untouched wish list, I was delighted and inspired by a discovery while reviewing Monocle magazine online, the fairly newish global affairs book-a-zine edited by Tyler Brule, former genius of our old design-freak mag Wallpaper with the tasty dessert last name [note: I would've included the umlats or accents or whatever that his name requires if I only knew how to operate a keyboard properly.] If you have not picked the magazine up oh, GO ON.  It's very, very pretty. Classy, smart, connected...likely to fold in a minute, DOH! But satisfyingly underdesigned, no pyrotechnics, just lovely & simple.
Anyway: my discovery. I say mine because I found it. Perhaps I'm the hundredth today, but the discovery is all mine, at this moment. What are you going about Andrea? Well right. It's a shop! A Monocle shop! So what? What do you MEAN so what? It's a pop-up store curated entirely by the Monocle fairies with what looks like clothing, stationary, accessories and other minimalist-designer-fetishist-fashion whore novelties lovingly laid out for some boob like me to browse thru and lust over. The reason for my post is simply to point to a trend likely to continue but one I think is something to factor in when us Creatives are asked to attend yet another top-level "ideas" meeting. The boss is under pressure to conceive of yet another revenue-garnering product that your already over-worked design team just may have to work a billion hours on.  Suggest a store! An onlline store is one thing, several of our zines already have one but usually we're hawking stuff we endorse: Monocle designs their own stuff. A book edition I'm already dying to purchase... they've launched a 3-D pop-up store (temporary by nature) that's clearly a clever way to rob the public and run away fast. Monocle Shop, when it arrives in NYC (already up in London and Brentwood CA) which is rumored to be imminent, can expect a little visit from THIS fan at any rate. It's got all the men's design-y stuff that GQ shills but with a darling little M for Monocle logo I find irresistible.

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Killing Time in Cuba

Killing Time in Cuba

On yet another overcast, crappy New York workday, when I should be focused on the September fashion photo edit, pulling layouts together, and periodically getting up to flex some managerial muscles in the small of my back, I find myself instead with my door closed, furtively tinkering with Pandora and coddling my OCD habit: surfing the web for original paintings of late 60's, early 70's Cuban poster art. It's kind of win-win since if I'm suddenly rudely interrupted by my Managing Editor telling me to pass along a first-proof, it looks as if I'm merely "researching" illustrators and therefore doing legit biz. Now if only I could accompany my little siesta with a Mojito, I'd be ALL set. The following images may or may not be
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I WANT YOU. YEAH YOU, SEXY VARMINT

I WANT YOU. YEAH YOU, SEXY VARMINT

I've been lover of the natural world for as long as I can recall. I mean that sincerely. I've fondled plenty a baby duck, I chose a rural home next to a reservoir, we have Mascoot Farm like, right next door, can't call me a hater. But I'm a Jersey girl by way of Northern California raised on Warner Bros cartoons, so I'm curiously drawn to the kinds of nature that've either been squashed under the wheels of a 16-wheeler or tend to wave coyly behind wide trees waiting to be shot at. In that spirit, I've been collecting old animal target posters. Found some seriously dope, vintage Sears and Roebucks paper targets in Brooklyn a few weeks ago  … MORE

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