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Romeo & Julet Windmill Tower 1896

Romeo & Julet Windmill Tower 1896

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cinoh: “ Charles Eames ca. 1950 Natural designs embodied in Mojave Desert plants fascinated Eames, who liked to mount them on the wall of his studio. From them, he said, he would get inspiration for his own designs. The eames studio was fitted with a...

cinoh:

Charles Eames ca. 1950

Natural designs embodied in Mojave Desert plants fascinated Eames, who liked to mount them on the wall of his studio. From them, he said, he would get inspiration for his own designs. The eames studio was fitted with a 22’ long tack board for such specimens and other experimental designs.

(Source: rudygodinez, via darquitectura)

typeworship:

Textured Type

I can’t believe that a year has shot past since I met up with Bobby Evans to talk about his highly recognisable poster work and how his much imitated vintage style developed. This week sees the launch of his studio’s reincarnation as Telegramme Paper Co. which maintains its emphasis on screen printed designs and gig posters but has now expanded to include home wares, custom wedding invites and hand-painted signs.

Kate Brighouse has joined Telegramme and the pair’s shared passion for vintage and mid-Century illustration style looks to be very complimentary.

The new designs continue their masterful use of retro colour palettes and ‘off-register’, textured illustration style. I’m of course drawn to the more typographic designs. I think the blend of customised typefaces, textures and imaginative themes still set the bar for this type of Illustration work. 

“With a joint love of fine paper goods and the lost joy of sending and receiving post, Bobby & Kate run the Award Winning Telegramme Paper Co. from their studio in North London.”

(Source: telegramme.co.uk)

Thomas Merton wrote, “there is always a temptation to diddle around in the contemplative life, making itsy-bitsy statues.” There is always an enormous temptation in all of life to diddle around making itsy-bitsy friends and meals and journeys for itsy-bitsy years on end. It is so self-conscious, so apparently moral, simply to step aside from the gaps where the creeks and winds pour down, saying, I never merited this grace, quite rightly, and then to sulk along the rest of your days on the edge of rage.
I won’t have it. The world is wilder than that in all directions, more dangerous and bitter, more extravagant and bright. We are making hay when we should be making whoopee; we are raising tomatoes when we should be raising Cain, or Lazarus.
Go up into the gaps. If you can find them; they shift and vanish too. Stalk the gaps. Squeak into a gap in the soil, turn, and unlock-more than a maple- a universe. This is how you spend this afternoon, and tomorrow morning, and tomorrow afternoon. Spend the afternoon. You can’t take it with you.”
― Annie Dillard, “Pilgrim at Tinker Creek