I won’t be typing much in the near future, due to a bad nerve pain flare in my hands, but will still try to post if possible.
Harrison Greeting Cards has released re-prints of vintage Halloween cards, most of which range from the 1920’s-1960’s (at reasonable prices)!
Be warned:
Sometimes I write fictional surrealist resumes in my head just for fun. I’m definitely adding “Can appear as a disembodied head and hypnotize crocodiles” to my skill set.
The daintiest amphibious juggler.
There is something very wrong with this cat’s hind quarters (or maybe very right as far as he’s concerned).
An unlikely friendship, indeed.
There are not nearly enough meat puns in the sentimental postcard industry.
So delightfully subtle…until you step in the wrong spot, that is.
Thank you, Rachel, for these next two. I’ll quote her here: “No means NO, Jesus!”
…but this is a sweater that many can afford. (I’m sure this man’s parrot has become clinically depressed from living with him).
Genuinely creepy. Not sure where this comes from. Hell, presumably.
I was going to write an individual comment for each of these, but they kind of work as a dyad.
I spent a while trying to figure out this “twelfth finger” thing. Does anyone get it?
Now, a giant chicken absconding with a child, anyone can understand.
I wasn’t searching for antique driving garb…but antique driving garb, I found. And I’m very glad I did.
According to the Source these are Images from a 1906 issue of the French women’s magazine Femina…These strange array of pictures are from a competition in which the readers were asked to identify the famous female ‘artistes’ of the day obscured behind a bizarre variety of women’s driving headwear.
I don’t know about you, but I can’t place a single celebrity.
I could have sworn I posted these before, but they don’t turn up in the archives, so I suppose I just collected them years ago in a mad frenzy of right-clicking like I’m so often wont to do.
Vinegar Valentines were a great way to anonymously troll someone before the advent of the Internet (though arguably trolling had a lot more poetic flare circa 1840-1940 when these artistic tools of debasement were in circulation). There were Vinegar Valentines to suit many types and occasions.
For that annoying PDA couple:
The domineering gold digger:
The Cassanova:
The shrill neurotic:
The showoff:
The subtle slithering specimen:
These are clearly tame compared to modern insults, but one aspect of humanity consistent throughout the ages is that the Shadow side makes itself known. It should be a rule that trolls must provide a colorful handmade illustration with every hateful comment they leave (this would most likely cut down on the amount of “OMG ur so UgLy…gO dIe!” statements on perfectly nice YouTube videos).
See more at Collectors Weekly.
Alexander Korzer-Robinson transforms antiquarian encyclopedias into stunning shadow boxes, as if to three dimensionally vivify the rich content between the pages.
His use of vintage materials and handpicked images is akin to the process of memory itself; simultaneously selective and reconstructive.
From the artist statement:
By using pre-existing media as a starting point, certain boundaries are set by the material, which I aim to transform through my process. Thus, an encyclopedia can become a window into an alternate world, much like lived reality becomes its alternate in remembered experience.
These books, having been stripped of their utilitarian value by the passage of time, regain new purpose. They are no longer tools to learn about the world, but rather a means to gain insight about oneself.
I’m sure I’ve posted this before, but this vintage New Year potato is my favorite greeting of all time for this day. Maybe I’ll make it a tradition to post him every year.
Wishing you all a wonderful 2016!
I couldn’t choose which link to post…so have a bunch!
What those dead bird holiday cards I posted the other day actually mean.
Can anyone possibly explain this to me?
At least this somewhat qualifies as “merry.”
THIS…on the other hand…
Not sure I really want to hear what anthropomorphic cats sounds like when they’re belting out Christmas carols.
Totally jolly.
Um…WHAT?
Nothing says joy like a dead bird against a stark background. One can feel the Christmas spirit emanating from his withered, dead feet.
This dog got the official Red Rider BB Gun he wished for.
Ah, the yuletide avian Frankenstein mob.
These ornaments have anger issues.
Don’t know the origin of this, but I love the extra written touch.
This kid’s face is not exactly what I’d call “joyful.” At least the trees are happy.
Awesome.
A very intricately done Day of the Dead hanging bat!
This seriously looks like she’s wearing her sister’s skin.
A little macabre for a greeting, no (that pumpkin is crying actual tears while getting murdered). What’s with the gleeful spectators? Is this some kind of Gladiatorial event for squash and…elves?
The source said this is a real Victorian postmortem, but I have trouble believing it’s not doctored. Still…maybe the photographer was just really, REALLY late.
Gorgeous custom Monster High doll!
I wish this item hadn’t been taken down for sale/display. I would’ve done a feature post on the crafter of this fine wooden witch carving.
At first it looks like a strange pose, but my black cat Dr. Morbius does this gravity defying move all the time.
So long kiddies…pleasant dreams…
McDonald’s Icecapades…how was this not traumatizing for children (or was it)?
This looks like the Codex Gigas.
And then we have the Holy Bible, which apparently has a wider readership than I had suspected…
Seduction for Dummies (*groan*).
Make sure you order a DIET soda with this to save calories.
Puts things in perspective, no?
So true…
A dinosaur’s preferred travel method.
I wish I did!
I couldn’t find an artist for this image anywhere. Any ideas?
Ah, finally a realistic series.
Pants on fire!
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