Maybe two or three times a year I stop in the antique shop around the corner looking for something kitschy and great. Typically I just grab a couple of old LIFE magazines. The owner says "you bought some of these last time" and I offered that I use them in collages. He wasn't too keen on that, "I don't like it when people cut them up…" and tentatively offered, "but at least they are getting a second life."
So I continue to erase history with this little ditty, the title of which is pulled from an ad I found very entertaining.
I've had this unspoken rule regarding the blog in which I leave out the day job. What you see here is freelance work, sketches and over the last few years a number of bass building projects. It might lead one to believe that money grows on trees and I'm fortunate enough to have an orchard of them allowing me to sketch and build random things all day every day. But in fact, this is not the situation. In 2013, I was lucky enough to land a job with one of this country's best theaters, Steppenwolf (how's that saying go? The harder you work the luckier you get? …somethin' like that). I haven't posted much in the way of Steppenwolf, but most days that's what I'm working on and thinking about.
The theater is going through some changes—new things—and as we get ready to open the last play of this season, I'd like to show off the images from this year (one of our new things). For the last decade Steppenwolf has lived strictly in black, red and white featuring black and white photography. This year, in collaboration with a great group of co-workers and photographer Saverio Truglia Steppenwolf moved into a limited-color-world. Its a subtle and yet humongous step. On a theater campus of black, white and red, the new hits of color have added so much vibrancy and excitement. It might be one of the biggest things I've done and as is the nature of graphic design nobody has any idea that I've had a hand in it.
Ty Cobb was brought up from the Augusta Tourists mid-way through the 1905 season. Because the Detroit Tigers were in need of a fielder and Cobb was solid, but not exceptional he avoided the typical rookie hazing. But, mid-way through the 1906 season Cobb was showing his all-star ability and becoming a crowd favorite. Several players conspired to make his life a major pain in the ass.
Up to this point Cobb was using several Black Ash bats which he made on his neighbor's lathe. In what feels to me like an exceptionally low blow some of Cobb's bastard teammates sawed all of these homemade bats in half.