Archives For August 2012


Krall does bodaceous typographic hyperbole for all kinds of delicious dawgs, burgers, and sandwiches, but other than just honouring sandwiches —one of humankind’s highest achievements—  I love Krall for his other talents such as his gnarly and visceral John K-esque depictions of food that would otherwise be gross, but somehow come across with a cartoonish deliciousness. 

If you know me, you’ll know I’m a sucker for process photos, and Krall comes good with a slew of pictures walking us through each and every one of his designs.


My first thought when I saw it, (other than “Woah, that’s cool”) was, “Hey, this reminds me of Lucky Peach” and rightly so, as I found out he did the typography for their most recent issue.


But serving up bold bolschy Americana is just Krall’s bread and butter, merely a means to an end; he is also a remarkably talented illustrator in the vein of Jon Burgerman or Andy Rementer.



So concludes my love-letter to Hawk Krall, his most recent work is here, and if you’ll excuse the pun, he hawks his wares here.

Lemon out.




29/08/2012 — Leave a comment

Just a little bit of work I’ve been doing; transferring graphic design into fashion design was easier than I thought.

First in a trio of posts welcoming back the football season with open arms and middle fingers.

Here is a brief note on my stance on football.
Up until I met my girlfriend I had very little interest in football at all, I would keep a vague eye on the Middlesbrough scores (because you always, always rep your ends) and Newcastle scores (for my Granddad Jim) and other than the odd England game I never watched it. I thought people who got worked up over ‘just a game’ were stupid. I was wrong. 

Since then I’ve been through genuine elation, frustration, and alienation —try being the only Boro fan in a pub minutes from Ashton Gate— all in the name of the beautiful game and I haven’t looked back since. As I’m in a ‘non heteronormative’ relationship, and I don’t plan on taking my girlfriend’s name when I take her down the civil partnership aisle (That, and she also has a really funny surname), I will take her club, Arsenal, instead; To have and to hold, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health. So I have two teams one for the Premiership, and one for the Championship: if ever the twain shall meet, my heart lies with my hometown, always.

Since I took Arsenal for better or worse, it seems things have taken a turn for the worse and our turncoat star striker RVP has left us for Man United. The above football shirt pattern is for him, as is the accompanying schadenfreude: I hope he enjoys playing in a tablecloth as much as I will enjoy it when anyone-but-Man-U wins the league.

Molly Ringwald Giving The Finger

No one gives the finger quite as daintily as Molly Ringwald

It’s Rum Baba time! Look at this don, I’m not even mad at him for being part of the 1%.

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The Jubilee, the Olympics, after we all thought we couldn’t take any more national pride, here comes the cherry on top. Dust off your pound-shop Union Jacks, because The Great British Bake-Off is back! If anything, the Jubilee and the Olympics were just a big warm-up for this.

If you’re unfamiliar with the premise, I’ll keep it brief: 12 amateur British bakers, compete inexplicably in a tent (There’s a perfectly good manor house right there, guys) and must complete three tasks each week, the one who bakes the shittest cake/loaf/scone/whatever goes home. The judges are Mary Berry, a wisened old cookery guru who just gets to eat cake all day, and Paul Hollywood, whom the show cheekily refers to every week as a ‘Master Baker’ [pause for laughs.] It’s presented by Sue Perkins, a cheeky and none-threatening lesbian —think something akin to a British Ellen— and her long-term partner in crime Mel Giedroyc, which I actually spelled correctly first time.


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Ceefax, that garish blocky precursor to the internet, has finally been immortalised in an art festival. After retiring from our airwaves this year in the digital switchover, we mourned for yet another bit of our youth that had crumbled off into obscurity. I loved reading Turner The Worm, playing Bamboozle and reading the Boy’s Own problem pages for yuks – I spunked in the swimming pool, could I have got a girl pregnant?— and though I hadn’t read it in years I was still sad to see it go.

Above is my favourite effort for the ITAF from Dan Farrimond, a teletext artist and all round pixel lover who contributed several pieces to the show. You can expect some great pattern and colour work from the rest of the festival too.

SIDEBAR: while we’re celebrating all things Teletext, now would be a good time to mention Aaron Merrigan’s brilliant tapestry, eulogising Ceefax, for his final project at Kingston University.

Although rightly hailed as the wunderkind of modern design and illustration, it makes me laugh to think of the feathers ruffled by Kate Moross in this talk for It’s Nice That and GF Smith. Through her own admission the talk was a bit ‘awks’ as everyone else gave a formal presentation of their work, and Moross took the lecturn to gush about sweet wrappers and declare Woolworths as her Tate Modern.

Despite her “posh” drawl, the talk is a refreshing little slap in the face to some of the starched shirt seriousness that’s always abundant at these kind of talks, and her unbridled enthusiasm for such things is really catching. Most auteur designers are collectors of something or another –Draplin and his memo books come to mind— and it makes sense that Moross is a packrat for the oft’ gaudy art-work of sweet wrappers.

In the talk she ponders why more ‘greats’ didn’t design packaging, and I took to social media in a classic Ross Geller move to immediately correct her. Seymour Chwast, one of the founding fathers of Push Pin designed this piece for Bazooka/Topps, which didn’t take off but was referenced in later designs for Bazooka. He was also responsible for this brilliant Perrier packaging, and a series of great beer can designs.

I’m already getting pretty verbose here but it seemed almost sacrilegious to have a post on great packaging design and not include a little plug to the godfather of packaging collecting, Jason Liebig. Most of the stills in Moross’s talk were yanked from Liebig’s prolific archive and his encyclopaedic knowledge of all things throw-away is seriously enviable. I interviewed him for my Breakfast of Champions project and he was a brilliant sport, which reminds me I’m sat on a huge pile of goodies to send stateside for him. Be sure to check out his site Collecting Candy, where I found out that Jeff Nelson of Minor Threat is one of the biggest collectors of bubble gum in the whole world.