Fashionable pink cats, mini helicopters shooting out of a giant golden retriever’s eyeballs, and a trio of famous chefs straddling motorcycles that run on pork broth—this is the wonderfully wacky world of illustrator/comic book artist/podcast extraordinaire Lisa Hanawalt. Though we’re already big fans of her work (remember that hilarious Visions of Thanksgiving drawing?), her new book, My Dirty Dumb Eyes, is particularly exciting, and not just because it’s endorsed by a bevy of comedian types like Patton Oswalt; she’s doing an expansive U.S. book tour, too.
Jun Aoki is probably best known (at least in the States) for his designs of Louis Vuitton retail spaces. For over a decade he’s been working on retail projects for the brand in prestigious locations like 5th Avenue, where he wrapped the flagship retail space in a kinetic moiré pattern. Like many of his projects the predominate color of the space and it’s ghostly skin is white. So I was surprised that when I went to the firm’s website and looked at projects “In Progress” and I was greeted by diagrams as colorful as a candy shelf.
It’s rare for me to get too excited over a brand redesign but when I saw Studio Small’s imagined Meccano rethink over on Collate I couldn’t help but be a little impressed. The redesign was created for Icon Magazine as part of their ongoing ‘Rethink’ feature, which asks a new designer each month to rethink an existing brand of their choice and look at ways to improve it.
Yahoo, your mom’s favorite default home page, decided to acquire Tumblr in a $1.1 billion deal yesterday, perhaps proving that Yahoo CEO Marissa Mayer can in fact revive the struggling search portal. But what, if anything, does this mean for the chaotic, meme filled blogging platform?
Building Design: An Interview With Frances Anderton Of KCRW
Frances Anderton is Los Angeles biggest supporter of architecture and design. We thought we were but, boy, she takes the cake. She’s a radio personality and writer who is super passionate about her work: we are proud to share this LA architecture and design champion’s story.
A Stay At The Parker
We went to Palm Springs last weekend because we love Palm Springs. It’s a dream place to visit. Anyway, we had the rare opportunity to stay at fancy pants place The Parker in the desert and it was heaven. You guys need to go there if you visit. (Moreover, the place is super gay and we toured a lot of their gay bars: read about that here.)
Let’s do launch! This week we’re serving up an intergalactic adventure from 1968 care of the hotel chain Howard Johnson, which gives a child friendly look at the film 2001: A Space Odyssey. John Sisson, on his blog Dreams of Space, recently scanned in a menu and comic book which was released by HoJo as a promotional tie-in, featuring iconic moments from the film.
Yesterday, I was walking around Weltenbuerger, a cutting edge fashion shop here in Los Angles filled with all kinds of amazing clothing and designers. They carry a lot of up-and-coming designers, most I had never heard of, but there was one designer though who really stood out for me, and that was Julian Zigerli.
Earlier this week, Dezeen ran a story about a clean and modern house; a house where the living spaces cantilevered off of stacked bedrooms like a grown-up, contemporary treehouse. The views from the so-called Tower House are incredible and the architects responsible for the projects are the ones at Gluck+. I poked around the firm’s website a bit and found that the Tower House has a sort of cousin built in the New York: the Vertical Library. Although one house is rural and the other urban, both are organized around something simple and humble: a staircase. More than just circulation, the stairs become exciting and dynamic places in these projects. In the city, the stair climbs a four-story bookshelf, and in the trees, the stair is painted bright yellow.
Imagine you’re marooned in some lazy beach town and are desperate for an icy beverage. You wander around nondescript storefronts, faded cars parked on vacant streets, and a feeling of zombie despair suddenly overwhelms you. In the distance you hear what sounds like be-bop but with driving guitars and a refrain—”why you lookin’ at me?”—and instead of running from it you’re drawn closer. There, through the squeaky doors of a blacked out bar, three guys and a beanie-topped girl are churning out pop-fueled, surf psych rock that forces you to tap your toes and nod your head into a frenzy. This is what it’s like to be sonically invaded by Hooded Fang.