For all those who are interested in this kind of thing, there’s a great Eames exhibit in Hollywood at JF Chen (941 N. Highland Ave. Hollywood, CA 90038).

Go sit in mid-century modern chairs that hopefully I’ll one day be able to afford. 

Some pics from Noah Purifoy’s Outdoor Desert Art Museum, which is really close to the Hicksville Trailer Palace. 

If you live in LA and are a fan of public art, I would recommend checking out this short documentary on the disappearance of LA’s murals.

My buddy Bryan Brinkman just did a little illustration work for this upcoming project I’m working on. I absolutely love his style and chances are, you will too. My favorite thing of his is these trading cards of characters from iconic movies. He has them as posters or actual trading cards. If you dig it, check out this and other stuff in his very fairly priced online store.

I recently went to The Getty and fell in love with this photo by Andre Kertesz. It’s entitled “Lost Cloud, New York.” The museum placard next to it said:

Soon after arriving in New York in October of 1936, Kertesz spent time searching the city streets for fresh material, just as he had done in Paris for a decade. One afternoon he observed a solitary white cloud in a vast blue sky, dwarfed by the monolithic presence of the Rockefeller Center. Kertesz later recounted that he was “very touched” when he saw the cloud as it “didn’t know which way to go”… As a new immigrant, he strongly identified with this sentiment.

Okay back to jokes about poop and what not.

The Model Resting by Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec (1889)

How much you wanna bet she didn’t know her titty was popping out? Lautrec, you dog you.

I just bought a print of this here and am very excited. It’s by Aaron Kuehn.

I originally saw it on a friend’s FB page and immediately fell in love with it. I googled bike typography and it came right up. It reminds a bit of this Futurism exhibit I saw at The Getty once, which was an art movement in the early 1900’s that “glorified modern technology and rejected the past.” They would do these visual poems that would manipulate type and fonts so the viewer wouldn’t so much as read the poem as experience it (example).

I don’t know what it is, but I always fall in love with pictures that are built with words rather than lines.