I’ve recently started collecting and clipping typefaces for use in projects. I have always really found mantras, slogans, memes so fascinating— propaganda of any sort really. That ideology + culture are transmissible via text and image, how captivating that is to my curiosity. It all begins again in a piece I semi-hastily made for Sister Diamond back in the day, featured here:
Exhibit F, as known to this court of public opinion, is an homage to a delightful prop from Mr. Water’s late, l a t e, late career hit Serial Mom (1994.), with Kathleen Turner just flat out feasting on the script, scenery, anything that was edible really. I love this movie, and I love her performance. Thanks to you both, and to the cast and crew that brought this precious gem into the public forum.
In the spirit of gratitude, when I saw an ad in a 70’s-something Playboy, I knew what had to be made for a private collectrix for whomst is known to be a purveyor of taste. The ad was originally for a fragrance, something like White Pearls, if I recall correctly. But it was destined to become this:
Electrical tape flanks the side borders, a heaping portion of tiddy-out Odalisques are foundational for a porcelain skinned woman, overseen by the compulsory creep. It was nice to jam the bottom portion full of O’Keefean receptacles, complete with inverted and separated butterfly wings (slag tag basic issue). Where the letters came from is irrelevant and is fetishistic. Worth noting however: the roses are ceramic simulacra, shells have cross culturally been used as currency, and Monarchs are likely to disappear by 2036.
Hennyway, I was all to glad to re-use a pre-existing cut mat and reclaimed some plexiglass I have through my daytime position. Glued and taped that bundle together and with a bit of poly-foam sent it on its way in the mail to my longtime friend and future caregiver of this piece.
Have a favorite line saturated with camp or has a memoriable delivery? Let me know with a comment below. I have a few in mind already, and I think these will absolutely be an entertaining series.
Nothing quite like metaculture; just like us lucky few: low hanging fruit.
Get salty + stay salty, Sailor.