Salad Days


Today I spent some time looking at this, and thinking about playing cards, and my parents, and patterns, and paranoia. My parents recently introduced me to a board game that involves playing cards, but not in the way I was used to.  Instead of trying to make patterns with the cards you are dealt, you try to make patterns on the board using the cards you are dealt. Believe it or not, this absence of any requirement to make patterns of the cards themselves struck me as daft at first.

~Hopefully I haven’t made you think of the phrase “outside the box”, like I just made myself think, and then made myself think of another phrase I instantly wished I hadn’t, the threadbare “throw up in my mouth a little”. ~

Anyway, I’d reminisced, during the game, about my childhood experience of “face” cards as quietly beguiling, with their intricate, colourful, expressive illustrations of archetypal characters. I encountered Fernando Chamarelli’s work in Flickr a few days after my playing card meditation, and I saw it as I’d seen face cards when I was a child.  This launched one of my loops of wondering about connection, pattern, significance, absurdity, insanity, vanity, haste, frivolity, reality and pointlessness.

Never mind all of that. Fernando Chamarelli! Young Brazilian painter, illustrator, and graphic designer, showing internationally and producing for names like Rolling Stone and Umbro. Still maintaining a Flickr account. Still unassuming in interviews.

Dreamy Overlaps and Mingles

boar of letters, 2008

I finally got some q-time with the new Parasol, and number six did not disappoint. Among the delights presented by Mizz Parasol is Overture, aka Jason and Aya Brown. The Browns say they are dreamers whose thought waves overlap and mingle. Which you don’t need to be told if you’ve seen the work. Parasol features some from their Caffeine series, watercolor and ink soaked in coffee. If you visit their blog, you will learn of a gathering March 11 which will involve mask making, storytelling, and animation screening. Another good reason to make NYC in March.

Overture Aya & Jason.

Menu: “Prune Me”


In One Sleep

The menu promises everything from dresswear to photography and cartoons, but most are dead-ends, leading to that old heartbreaker “coming soon”. If the bio is any indication – a cv updated to 2006 – the site may even be semi-abandoned. In which case I will regard it as a little internet museum, and love it no less.

Sonya Suhariyan.

Number Two…Number Two…Number Two…


Second verse Book City Jackets sweet as the first. These work on you from several angles: the nostalgia for that period of your life that also includes wet mittens, lunch ladies, and bullies. Er, no, not the bullies. Moving on to another angle: the aura of simplicity and authenticity that radiates from craft paper. And transcending all angles, the crazy dope artwork on these bad boys.

Featured above is Michael Hsiung’s “Betwixt a moment of adoration and obsession, the man is taken aback by the baby angora unicorns”. If you know what I mean. Other works this round by Cheeming Boey and Nishat Akhtar.

artists edition no. 2 « Book City Jackets — Make Every Book Beautiful.