Tacky Plax: Production
Looks like someone else is jumping on the tacky plax bandwagon!
Welcome aboard!
Looks like someone else is jumping on the tacky plax bandwagon!
Welcome aboard!
Over on Neatorama there's a post about a foo foo Vespa in Paris, all tricked out in brown 'n gold Vuitton finery. Sure, it's shiny and perfect, but this Vancouver scooter has street cred. It has the rain-soaked basket, the smear on the side, the mirrors like big friendly bug eyes watching the skies for that next poopy bird.
This scooter is the Drew Barrymore of Vespas; a little worn around the edges, but tough and funny, and in a tight spot she's got your back. Paris Vespa? Posh Spice. Stylish and pretty, but too perfect and pulled too tight for the common man.
And no dirty bird would ever dare poo on Posh.
I know I'm maybe a little obsessed with the Leo Sayer Experience, but he's not helping. Friday evening we were at Tubby Dog, minding our own business, eating Cap'n's Dogs and something with a lot of hots, celebrating someone turning 12, and what to our wondering eyes should appear...
So...many...things...wrong with this picture.
From a brilliant flickr group called "Thriftstore Hell", found by Kamala.
My faith is somewhat restored in Vancouver and its decidedly middlebrow consumer populace with the recent closing of Oh My Godard - the chain art gallery store showcasing the mind-blowing talents of self-described "rock star of the art world," Michael Godard. (You can tell he's a rock star too by his outrageous tats, rebellious eyeliner, and overall factory-issue Sunset Strip douchebag uniform.)
Click and prepare to have your mind blown.
Yup, something's blowing, all right. Way to go, Vancouver - you actually had enough class to send the crappy cavorting martini olives and dashed off salutes to greed a-packin'. Who knew?
I just got a whole pile of new tacky plax last night (thank you, Dale!) so stay tuned for more fun from the past.
As seen on Drawn, a great little blog collection of vintage record sleeves. Once again, a triumph of the Keep It Simple, Stupid school - even if it was the product of necessity rather than choice. To the aspiring gig poster artist or perhaps to an artist or designer of any stripe, a fine collection of rip-offable - I mean tribute-worthy - designs and colour schemes. I'm not winking, there's something in my eye.