Today’s advertisements are all about that evil weed. Who could resist smoking after seeing these pieces from 1900 and 1987.
Cigarettes of the World – Miss Edith by Raphael Kirchner (1900)
Cigarettes of the World – A’Ala by Raphael Kirchner (1900)
Cigarettes of the World – Zariza by Raphael Kirchner (1900)
Cigarettes of the World – Khe Di Va by Raphael Kirchner (1900)
Cigarettes of the World – Musette by Raphael Kirchner (1900)
And finally for a more modern take (although I think the cigarettes are sort of french fry looking…or maybe I’m just hungry).
Lucky Strike by Keith Haring (1987)
300 meter Rainbow Eiffel Tower Project, Paris by Ay-O (1987)
As I made my breakfast this morning, I started singing sections of this song to myself. C’mon brain football season is months away.
I think this advertisement is for a Russian chocolate company. I think it attracted me because the horse looks like a Lipazzaner which I’ve been fascinated by since reading a book about them in grade school.
Poster for the Abrikosov Company by Wassily Kandinsky (1901)
Because a rainy Monday afternoon needs some Nina.
Still inspired by advertisments…
Doesn’t every new Mom look like this Mucha beauty while mixing up some formula?
Nestlé`s Food for Infants by Alphonse Mucha (1897)
Thanks to NPR’s Morning Edition (and my local affiliate WWNO), I learned that Lawrence Ferlinghetti is still with us in the land of the living. AND is a very sassy 96. During the piece (seriously go listen to it), they read a bit of Howl by Allen Ginsberg.
I remember when I first read that poem as a teen and how the language and the rhythm overwhelmed me…I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness,
starving hysterical naked… I dare you to read it and remain unmoved.
I wondered if I remembered any of Ferlinghetti’s poems. And I’m going to have to check my bookshelf when I’m at home later. But I did find this poem Dog (1958) which I’m glad to have discovered new today…The dog trots freely in the street. The ending reminds me a bit of Stevie Smith’s Person from Porlock with the poem shifting rhythms.