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At first these images may not seem quite as magical as those culled from one of my favorite objects ever. But give it some time, scroll down past the Homecoming Court photos to the candids and I think you’ll come to love, as I have, not only the editor’s amazing tone, but also the way that the popular fashions on display straddle the gap between what made things unflattering in the 80’s and what came to define the signature unflattering looks of the 90’s.

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There are a number of beautiful, full color pages for your perusal, so please be sure to continue after the jump.

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Posted by: on August 13th, 2009 | Comments (1)

Jack Vance: Showboat World

If you guessed that this book was about a spaceman landing on a moon of Saturn, infiltrating a futuristic city made up primarily of observatories, dealing with a seemingly hostile bat-winged, goat-headed, ray-gun wielding monster reminiscent of the aliens from Childhood’s End, then doing battle with a sanitation man after being transformed into a chimpanzee zombie all while falling in love with a beautiful space iguana, I’m sorry to say that you’d be wrong.

In fact, Showboat World has absolutely nothing to do with this illustration; it’s far more interesting, and it’s mainly about MacBeth.

Jack Vanc: The Blue World

However, if you guessed that this novel was about a rugged individualist who feels unfairly subjugated by a greedy sea monster and resentful of the theocratic class that serves it (the monster), and that the story takes place on a planet without any solid land where humans (descendants of the survivors of a prison ship) live on a tiny kelp archipelago, you’d be absolutely right

Posted by: on August 6th, 2009 | Tagged with: , | Comments (1)

Eric Stanton: Nature's Trail

Eric Stanton: His Brother's Girl

Hands-down (as opposed to bottoms up) the best coffee table book in the house, The Art of Eric Stanton: For the Man Who Knows His Place, is a massive, over-sized tome Brittany picked up years ago at the RISD store. Edited by photographer Eric Kroll (“a man with a profound love for the diversity of fetish“), many of the images gracing the more than 350 pages are culled from his own collection. This book is amazing – get it!

Eric Stanton: Whippers All

If these images from ‘Nature’s Trail’, ‘His Brother’s Girl’ and ‘Whippers All’ have you all titillated, follow the jump for art from ‘Family Affair’, ‘The Punished Publisher’, ‘Forced to Please’, ‘Pleasure Bound ‘, and ‘Escape Into Bondage’.

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Posted by: on August 3rd, 2009 | Comments (0)

Happy Birthda Card for William: Werewolf birthday party

I’ve gotten really, really into making birthday cards for my co-workers, though I think the initial inspiration came from the piece I made for L-Word’s going-away party at Pio Pio.

This card was for William (in the back row, just to the right of Penn Gillette), whose b-day was yesterday and, I’ll have you know, was much appreciated.

Posted by: on July 15th, 2009 | Tagged with: | Comments (1)

Ninja Golf - for the Atari 7800

The 7800 was the first console we ever got in our house and, quite honestly, it was a much bigger deal for my dad than it was for me. Choplifter captured his attention in a way that Y’s: the Vanished Omens never could… Maybe it was the controller design, the 7800 was the last system that didn’t ship with a control pad but rather an old fashioned joy stick, like the ColecoVisions he’d seen in the homes of his friends years before.

It didn’t take too long for me to talk my parents into purchasing an NES — my dad still fondly recalls the lies I told to induce them to make the big purchase (I pleaded with them, explaining that everyone else in the ENTIRE town already had a Nintendo and that they were the only parents in the whole 06371 zip code who were still holding out, which was not only unfair, it was also cruel — and somehow humiliating (there was a class war on, after all). When my dad brought up that the family next door still didn’t have a Nintendo, I had to think fast: “They’re getting one RIGHT now!” I squealed. Though in the end it wasn’t my unrelenting nagging/begging but my mom’s interest in the potential health benefits of the Power Pad that clinched it) — and not long after that I got a Genesis.

But there was still a period of several months when we’d make regular trips to the Kay Bee’s in the Crystal Mall or the Toys ‘R Us and I’d spend tens of minutes poring over the tens of flip-up, flattened laminated game boxes. Ninja Golf was perpetually sold out; the thin, white tear-off slips you’d need to take up to the teenager slumped in front of the locked glass case were always exhausted, only the heavy ‘Re-order’ card remained… and in some cases even that was gone.

But come on! After looking at this amazing packaging, how could anyone be happy settling for Dig Dug?

Atari Age provides an amazing gallery of Ninja Golf screen shots… I’m only now beginning to understand what I missed out on.

Ninja Golf - for the Atari 7800

Posted by: on July 13th, 2009 | Tagged with: , | Comments (2)

Rush - Moving Pictures

When I was a kid visiting Nonny Dot, I’d spend hours poring over the albums that Aunt Graye had left behind in the cherry wood record cabinet when she got her own apartment in the crime ridden Hartford metro area. This was a tough call… Silk Degrees, Houses of the Holy, Diary of a Madman, Hounds of Love, Escape and the first Boston record all captured my imagination. But it was Rush’s Moving Pictures that I actually spent the most time looking at.

Viewing it some 20 years later, it’s not quite as powerful as it once was… I distincly recall the powefully erotic charge the image of a burning Joan of Arc once gave me.. not so much anymore. But still: Tom Sawyer is one of the greatest rock songs ever.

Posted by: on July 4th, 2009 | Comments (0)

Class of 1984

Class of 1984

Far and away one of our favorite possessions, the Eagle ’84 is just bursting with amazing and inspiring images. I’ve included the whole senior class in this post but the clubs, homecoming court, underclassmen and candid photos are equally amazing though, sadly, not in full color.

We picked this up on eBay a number of years ago, it originally belonged to a girl named Alice who (as you’ll see in the final two images), everyone found very… nice. Nearly everyone who signed Alice’s yearbook refers to her as a ‘nice’ or ‘sweet’ girl, which is kind of a pulls on my heart stings a little… oh well, she was in like 9th grade at the time so I’m sure by ’88 Alice bloomed. Enjoy!

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Posted by: on June 30th, 2009 | Comments (12)

Richard Brautigan - The Abortion

Richard Brautigan - The Revenge of the Lawn

Richard Brautigan - The Pill Versus the Springhill Mine Disaster

Love him or hate him, the covers of Brautigan’s books were always pretty awesome. I love how the author himself frequently appeared, and the kind of Belle and Sebastianesque quality the photos of the pretty girls (Marcia Pacaud amid the rubble, Sherry Vetter with the birthday cake, Michaela Le Grand in front of the Ben Franklin statue, Hilda Hoffman beside Brautigan on In Watermelon Sugar, Victoria Domalgoski on the steps of the library, Beverly Allen in the sand box) have — not that I’m implying that Stuart Murdoch was influenced by (initially) anything other than The Smith’s album covers.

In Watermelon Sugar is a really far out book, and the idea of a graphic artist attempting any kind of representational cover art… I just can’t imagine it would be quite as successful as the image below:

Richard Brautigan - In Watermelon Sugar

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Posted by: on June 27th, 2009 | Tagged with: , , | Comments (1)

My mom and dad... in the mid 1970s

Courting in the early 1970’s.

Myself, my dad and my uncle Brian in the early 90s

My dad’s signature move in family photos, like this lovely early 90’s Christmas time scene (where I have to admit, I’ve never looked better), was/is not smiling with his eyes but sticking his tongue out. Often times three aunts would stand side by side firing off cameras loaded with Kodak disc film and Mal would hold the pose for minutes at a time as attempts were made to override automatic flash settings, which kind of shifted the nature of the antic from a spontaneous, goofy outburst to something more like a physical representation of a solidly held world view: this was unquestionably how he wanted to be recorded. I don’t think it was the kind of behavior I always found hilarious while it was happening, but as I consider it now I guess it’s pretty telling.

Happy father’s day!

Posted by: on June 21st, 2009 | Comments (0)

Luke unearthed some amazing images the other day, images so intoxicating that I’m compelled to respond with a few more. As always, Fotolia proved to be a bountiful resource.

CGI Boozer

CGI Leprechaun

CGI Razor Scooter

Posted by: on June 18th, 2009 | Tagged with: | Comments (4)