he good folks at Greenstreet Cycles asked me to design their shop and cycling club jerseys this spring. And, unsurprisingly, it was a blast. They wanted a classic look, so I borrowed from old Eddy Merckx photographs and drew up something simple and clean. In my newspaper days, I always liked spotting people reading the pages I worked on. Now it’s a thrill to spot riders wearing my design. If you like what you see, stop by the shop and pick one up. And before long, they’ll be stocking matching bib shorts. Check ’em out.
(I realize things have been pretty quiet around here recently. But if all goes well, in the coming weeks some very exciting news will be coming to this space. Check back soon for more.)
And, just for kicks, because it’s summer(y) and this song makes me smile every time I hear it: New Order’s version of “Ceremony“.
April 9, 2012 edition of The New Yorker
hortly after graduating from college, I started subscribing to The New Yorker. It is certainly a writer’s magazine. But when it use images, they’re usually awesome. So it didn’t take long for me to start tearing into the pages and collages with the pictures used to illustrate stories and ads. A good number of these can be found here.
Now that I own a fancy-ass new iPad, and subscribe to the fancy-ass New Yorker on it, I can use the fancy-ass app Mixel to continue my collaging habit.
I always liked collaging by hand with clips from the magazine because it’s lo-fi and impressionistic. Unlike digital design, my options were limited to only a single copy of the images used in the print edition, glued down at the size they appeared. Mixel allows me to resize and flip and copy images, but it’s limited to crude cutouts (which prevents me from making the most of my masterful X-acto skills) and web resolutions, which gives it a nice, hand-done feel.
These aren’t exactly meant to be gorgeous, they’re just visual doodles and puns. But it’s been fun playing with them in much end same way I did as couple years ago, but in an entirely new medium.
April 16, 2012 edition of The New Yorker
It might be March. And I may have sent out only a handful of them because I ran out of time. But I printed up some valentine cards a few weeks ago and gave the good people of Maché a rundown of how I made them. They’re always doing good work, and I’m happy when I get to contribute in some small way. Now, forget that you’ve seen these cards and act surprised when one arrives in your mail box in eleven months or so.
I visited a cash machine today and it spat out the above twenty. I nearly used it to pay for lunch at Sutlan’s Kite, but noticed the scribbling on the bill just before handing it to Sultan.
As if a prayer to Andrew Jackson, it says “I really need a cell phone badly. I’m at Cellular South they are running a credit check. I pray I get a free phone. Please let me get a phone.” On a hand-drawn signature line, it’s signed Ms. H.
Here’s hoping she got her free phone.
aturday night was round one of Greensprints. I went there telling myself I wouldn’t race on account of my gimpy hand (and not riding for two months). I, of course, ended up racing. And losing handily. Twice. Still, it was a whole lot of fun. It’s an indoor, virtual 500-meter sprint. The winner posts times in the low 20s. Yeah. Do the math. That’s nearing 50 mph over a third of a mile. There’s a good reason for the puke bucket (okay, okay. Beer may play a role, too).
Us mortals run it in a little less than 30 seconds. It’s fast and violent and awkward, and I found myself forgetting to breath. Which isn’t a problem for the first half. You don’t need to breath for the first 15 seconds. The problem is if you don’t breath during those first 15, you nearly pass out during the last 15.
Next round is Jan. 7 at The Side Door. Be there! (I made a poster for that one, too!)
Earlier this week I was lucky enough to draw and illustration for a great little blog that takes the day’s news and turns it into a haiku.