Another great moment in graphic design

Spotted at this fast food outlet in Wheelers Hill: the rare and possibly endangered Chickenfish.

Old Master Cheese

When asked what kind of cheese he would like, my son Sweeney (two years old) stipulates “Old cheese. Like a grown-up”. This must be what he means: Old Master cheese.

Design for Obama

It was an experiment in linking grassroots activism with the political machine using new technology, and it is being studied by wonks around the world.

Hundreds of artists and designers expressed support for the Obama candidacy by designing posters and submitting them to designforobama.org for free download. Many of these were actually taken up by the campaign, and others just travelled the superhighway as viral emails, making their point on their own.

Taschen is publishing Design for Obama. Posters for Change: A Grassroots Anthology This selection of the best, curated by Spike Lee and Aaron Perry-Zucker, is a visual document of this most inspirational U.S. presidential campaign.

Fashion and the art of motorcycle maintenance

I have never actually driven (as opposed to been driven on) a motorcycle. I imagine it’s wonderful and exciting, but I’m frightened to death of… well, death. I like the idea of several inches of steel and glass around me as I hurtle down a highway at speeds likely to result in mutilation should I come suddenly into contact with a stationary object.

But this stuff is so damn sexy I would get on a cycle just to have an excuse to wear it.

An outfit from France called Les Ateliers Ruby make these vintage-style helmets that are things of beauty. Their website is also a thing of beauty.

Thinking that there couldn’t possibly be a retailer in my country I was surprised to find that there is in fact a stockist in Sydney, Deus Ex Machina, who fill in the rest of the picture; the kinds of jackets, T-shirts and indeed motorcycles that provide an excuse to be seen in the street wearing a gorgeous helmut without frightening small children.

Great Ideas, great design

I have mentioned Penguin’s release of the Penguin 70s before. I had a vague feeling that they were connected with the very differently wonderful ‘Great Ideas’ series as part of some festival of republishing Penguin were indulging in.

The Penguin 70s were commissioned from many different designers, reflecting the eclectic nature of their unmatched back catalogue. While the Great Ideas are extremely diverse in style, I never knew the whole series originated with the same company, David Pearson Design.

Thanks to Daniel at Nevolution, I’ve been introduced to David Pearson’s website which is itself a paragon of elegance, economy and simplicity, exactly the values the best Penguin book designs embody.

The first surprise for me was that there are two more ‘Great Ideas’ series (Blue and Green)…

…but there are also German-only editions with beautiful covers.

There is also a stunning series of ‘Great Loves’ editions, which are breathtaking. For an idea that could have been so corny, the result justifies the entire rerelease project. I want to see them and hold them in my hand, but most importantly, I want to read them.

I agree with Daniel, Tschichold and Lane would indeed be proud.

Orange Crate Art

In honour of Michael Leddy and his blog Orange Crate Art, here is a selection of real, honest-to-goodness orange crate art.

These are my favourites. Enjoy:

I found these at the amazing BoxOfApples.com.

The site contains this helpful description:

BoxOfApples.com is the online museum (and gift shop) of fruit crate labels from the early 1900s to 1950s. Back in the days of our grandparents and their parents, people did their produce-shopping at markets that were more like a farmer’s market than today’s grocery stores. The fruit and vegetables would be displayed in their shipping crates somewhere near the railroad tracks, probably under a big shed. Each crate would have a label (up to a foot square) showing the name of the packer, and a colorful design to differentiate the brand. Fruit crates disappeared with the advent of self-service supermarkets and cardboard boxes, but thousands of vintage labels have survived in mint condition, rescued from warehouses and print shops, mostly on the West Coast. Beautifully printed by stone lithography with eight- or twelve-color inks, they are now collectors’ items with a big following on eBay. On this site you can see dozens of different designs, and buy large-format, high-quality reproductions for home or office.

It includes an article on the history of crate labels.

The font that ate a planet

It might have skipped your notice, or not, but this year is the anniversary of a typeface. The typeface, actually. It is fifty years since the birth of Helvetica.

Designed by Max Miedinger in 1957, it has become easily the most ubiquitous form of type of any kind in the world. Originally it was called ‘Neue Haas Grotesk’, but the name was thought to be too foreign and cumbersome by the parent company, the Haas type foundry, and was changed to the latin name for Switzerland in 1960.

There’s an exhibition at the Museum of Modern Art. There’s a nice slide article from Slate, demonstrating its world wide ubiquity, and now, there is a film.

I’m told that the movie features many of the living legends of graphic design all expanding on why they hate it so much. Can’t wait.

This is the official film poster:

But I much prefer David Carson’s characteristic attempt:

Weird ads

Sorry to bring the tone down a bit, but here are some great weird ads.

See more at Weirdomatic.

Great moments in graphic design

This is becoming an unofficial series.

This arrived via Eatliver, by way of GoodShit.

Hot Dog!

I love this. Genuine ephemera. The lady looked puzzled when I asked for just the bag, thanks.

So what’s going on here? I think our sausage is looking happy about something, possibly ‘excited expectation’. My daughter thinks he looks frightened or apprehensive. I can’t see it myself.

But what, in god’s name, is he doing wearing skis? Is there some obscure refernce to ‘hotdogging’ I don’t quite get?

The irony is that I was looking a bit sunburned at the time and was wearing shades and a fetching panama hat. It was not winter. In fact, I don’t think Port Fairy has seen snow since the last Ice Age. He’s definitely not from these parts.