Once upon a time BlotÂto Design, a design firm based in Berlin, wonÂdered: what would hapÂpen if you printÂed an entire book on a sinÂgle poster? Could you still read it? How would it look when framed and hung on a wall?
And so they develÂoped a proÂtoÂtype, liked what they saw, and have since turned 20 large books into posters — books like HomeÂr’s IliÂad, Jane Austen’s Pride and PrejÂuÂdice, Melville’s Moby Dick, and Joyce’s Ulysses, all 265,222 words of it. Posters cost 20 euros a piece. Browse through the shop here. And get more backÂstoÂry from Wired here.
In the mid-1930s, some beauÂtiÂful, high-qualÂiÂty books were pubÂlished by a comÂpaÂny called LimÂitÂed EdiÂtions Club, which, accordÂing to Antiques RoadÂshow appraisÂer Ken Sanders, was “famous for re-issuÂing clasÂsics of litÂerÂaÂture and comÂmisÂsionÂing conÂtemÂpoÂrary livÂing artists to illusÂtrate 1500-copy signed limÂitÂed ediÂtions.” One of those books—the 1934 Pablo PicasÂso-illusÂtratÂed ediÂtion of AristoÂphanes’ LysisÂtraÂta—is, next to HenÂri Matisse’s 1935 ediÂtion of Joyce’s Ulysses, one of “the most sought after and desirÂable limÂitÂed ediÂtions on the marÂket today.”
The book’s rarÂiÂty, of course, renÂders it more valuÂable on the marÂket than a mass-proÂduced object, but whether it was worth $5,000 or $50, I think I’d hold onto my copy if I had one (here’s one for $12,000 if you’re buyÂing). While Aubrey Beardsley’s 1896 illusÂtraÂtions do full and stylÂish jusÂtice to the satirÂiÂcal Greek comedy’s bawdy nature, Picasso’s drawÂings renÂder sevÂerÂal scenes as tenÂder, softÂly senÂsuÂal tableaux. The almost childÂlike simÂplicÂiÂty of these illusÂtraÂtions of a play about female powÂer and the limÂits of patriÂarchy do not seem like the work of a rumored misogÂyÂnist, but then again, neiÂther do any of Picasso’s othÂer domesÂtic scenes in this spare, roundÂed style of his.
In AristoÂphanes’ play, the women of Greece refuse their husÂbands sex until the men agree to end the PeloÂponÂnesian War. The play makes much of the men’s mountÂing sexÂuÂal frusÂtraÂtion, with sevÂerÂal humorÂous gesÂtures toward its physÂiÂcal manÂiÂfesÂtaÂtions. Beardsley’s drawÂings offend VicÂtoÂriÂan eyes by makÂing these scenes into exagÂgerÂatÂed nudÂist farce. PicasÂso’s modÂernist sketchÂes all but ignore the overt sexÂuÂalÂiÂty of the play, picÂturÂing two lovers (2nd from top) almost in the posÂture of mothÂer and child, the pent up men (image above) as dejectÂed and downÂcast genÂtle souls, and the reunion of the sexÂes (below) as a highÂly stylÂized, none too erotÂic, feast. These images are three of six signed proofs feaÂtured on the blog Book GraphÂics. See their site to view all six illusÂtraÂtions.
What did Banksy’s month-long show, “BetÂter Out than In,” bring today? Why nothÂing othÂer than a miniaÂture verÂsion of The Great Sphinx of Giza. AccordÂing to the street artist’s web site, the 22nd installÂment in the exhiÂbiÂtion is a “1/36 scale repliÂca of the great Sphinx of Giza made from smashed cinÂderblocks.” And it comes with the warnÂing, “You’re advised not to drink the repliÂca Arab spring water.”
As dadÂdies go, DarÂwin was quite evolved himÂself, disÂplayÂing a 21st-cenÂtuÂry levÂel of devoÂtion to and involveÂment with his young. He even went so far as to let one of his kids draw on the origÂiÂnal manÂuÂscript for On the OriÂgin of Species.SavÂing paper was as good for the enviÂronÂment in the mid-1800s as it is today, but his willÂingÂness to let his preÂcious pages do douÂble duty may explain why the semÂiÂnal docÂuÂment surÂvives as mere pieceÂmeal today.
Maybe Charles and Emma read some artiÂcle that sugÂgestÂed their houseÂhold would run more smoothÂly if it were betÂter orgaÂnized, and lackÂing such modÂern soluÂtions as colÂorÂful Ikea storÂage bins and scanÂners, simÂply pitched all but the absolute best of their chilÂdren’s artÂwork. (Or maybe their youngest was a scrunchÂer, destroyÂing pages by the fistÂful.)
Ayun HalÂlÂiÂday rememÂbers her grandÂmothÂer was very impressed by her abilÂiÂty to draw HuckÂleÂberÂry Finn with his legs crossed. FolÂlow her @AyunHalliday
“WishÂing to get a betÂter view than I had yet had of the ocean, which, we are told, covÂers more than two thirds of the globe, but of which a man who lives a few miles inland may nevÂer see any trace…I have spent, in all, about three weeks on the Cape; walked from EastÂham to ProvinceÂtown twice on the Atlantic side, and once on the Bay side also…but havÂing come so fresh to the sea, I have got but litÂtle saltÂed.”
You can click the image above to see it in a largÂer forÂmat. For many othÂer maps made by ThoreÂau, visÂit the “ThoreÂau Lands and PropÂerÂty SurÂvey” colÂlecÂtion at the ConÂcord Free PubÂlic Library. Also find works by ThoreÂau in our colÂlecÂtion of Free eBooksand Free Audio Books.
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FlaÂvorÂwire titles their post on album covÂers designed by artist Andy Warhol—auteur of that speÂcial brand of late-midÂcenÂtuÂry, impasÂsive yet rockÂing-and-rolling, New York-rootÂed AmerÂiÂcan cool—“Beyond the Banana.” They refer, of course, to the fruit emblaÂzoned uponThe VelÂvet UnderÂground & Nico, the 1967 debut album from the avant-rock band formed right there in Warhol’s own “FacÂtoÂry.” It would, of course, insult your culÂturÂal awareÂness to post an image of that parÂticÂuÂlar covÂer and ask if you knew Andy Warhol designed it. But how about that of Count Basie’s self-titled 1955 album above? Warhol, not a figÂure most of us assoÂciate immeÂdiÂateÂly with jazz and its traÂdiÂtions, designed it, too.
We now regard Blue Note highÂly for its taste in not only the aesÂthetÂics of the music itself but also the packÂagÂing that surÂrounds it, and thus we might assume the label had a natÂurÂal incliÂnaÂtion to work with a visionÂary like Warhol. But in the late fifties, Blue Lights stretched Blue Note’s graphÂiÂcal senÂsiÂbilÂiÂties as well as Warhol’s own; with it, he “finalÂly broke away from simÂply drawÂing close-ups of musiÂcians and their instruÂments and delivÂered a piece of art as evocaÂtive as the music inside,” writes the San FranÂcisÂco ChronÂiÂcle’s Aidin Vaziri.
GivÂen Warhol’s interÂest in the UnitÂed States and its icons, it stands to reaÂson that he would take on design jobs for Basie, Monk, and BurÂrell just as readÂiÂly as he would for the VelÂvet UnderÂground, or for those EngÂlishÂmen who could out-AmerÂiÂcan the AmerÂiÂcans, the Rolling Stones. He even did an album covÂer for a repÂreÂsenÂtaÂtive of a whole othÂer slice of AmerÂiÂcan culÂture: playÂwright TenÂnesee Williams, author of plays like The Glass Menagerie, A StreetÂcar Named Desire, and Cat on a Hot Tin Roof.
In 1952, CaedÂmon put out a record called TenÂnessee Williams ReadÂing from The Glass Menagerie, The YelÂlow Bird and Five Poems, and its 1960 printÂing bears the Warhol artÂwork you see just above. Warhol in all these shows an impresÂsive willÂingÂness to adapt to the perÂsona of the musiÂcian and the feel of their music; a casuÂal Warhol enthuÂsiÂast may own one of these albums for years withÂout ever realÂizÂing who did the covÂer art. He didÂn’t even cleave excluÂsiveÂly toward AmerÂiÂcan forms, or to styles that mainÂstream AmerÂiÂca might once have conÂsidÂered artisÂtiÂcalÂly edgy. You could hardÂly get furÂther from the posiÂtion of the VelÂvet UnderÂground than easy-lisÂtenÂing vocals, let alone the easy-lisÂtenÂing vocals of the CanaÂdiÂan-born Paul Anka, but when the singer’s 1976 The Painter needÂed a covÂer, Warhol delivÂered — and with a recÂogÂnizÂably WarhoÂlian look, no less.
AttenÂtion David Bowie fans: If you’re going to be in ToronÂto between now and NovemÂber 27th, you’re in for quite a treat. AGO, the Art Gallery of Ontario, just opened the exhibÂit “David Bowie Is,” a hugeÂly comÂpreÂhenÂsive mulÂtiÂmeÂdia show “SpanÂning five decades and feaÂturÂing more than 300 objects from Bowie’s perÂsonÂal archive,” includÂing handÂwritÂten lyrics, instruÂments, phoÂtos like that of Bowie and William BurÂroughs below, and lots and lots of cosÂtumes like the bodyÂsuit at the botÂtom. OrigÂiÂnatÂing at London’s VicÂtoÂria and Albert MuseÂum, this is the first interÂnaÂtionÂal exhibÂit soleÂly devotÂed to Bowie.
If you can’t make it to the show, you can see a brief preÂview here and at AGO’s own site. In the short video at the top, CuraÂtor VicÂtoÂria BroackÂes describes the title of the exhibÂit as “both an unfinÂished senÂtence and a stateÂment.” The exhibÂit, she says, illusÂtrates “Bowie’s own belief that we all have withÂin us so many difÂferÂent perÂsonÂalÂiÂties, and we should work hard to figÂure out what they are and bring them out.” It’s difÂfiÂcult to imagÂine anyÂone but Bowie bringÂing out so many uniqueÂly fasÂciÂnatÂing perÂsonÂalÂiÂties as he has in one lifeÂtime. As BroackÂes’ felÂlow curaÂtor GeofÂfrey Marsh comÂments, Bowie is “an astonÂishÂingÂly hard workÂer” who “perÂformed on averÂage once every 11 nights” for 32 years, all while recordÂing album after album and becomÂing an interÂnaÂtionÂal movie star. Bowie may inspire, but he also blows most perÂformÂers away with his seemÂingÂly endÂless supÂplies of creÂative enerÂgy and sinÂgle-mindÂed focus.
ImporÂtant twenÂtiÂeth-cenÂtuÂry painters, as every stuÂdent of art hisÂtoÂry learns, didÂn’t tend to sail smoothÂly through exisÂtence. Those even a litÂtle interÂestÂed in famed MexÂiÂcan self-porÂtraitist FriÂda Kahlo have heard much about the traÂvails both romanÂtic and physÂiÂcal she endured in her short life. But in this lessÂer-known instance, anothÂer artist sufÂfered, and Kahlo offered the solace. AvailÂable to view from Yale’s BeiÂnecke Rare Book & ManÂuÂscript Library, we have here a letÂter Kahlo sent to GeorÂgia O’KeÂeffe, painter of blosÂsoms and southÂwest AmerÂiÂcan landÂscapes (and more besides), on March 1st, 1933. At that time, O’KeÂeffe, who the year before had strugÂgled and failed to comÂplete a murÂal project for Radio City Music Hall on time, lived through the afterÂmath of a nerÂvous breakÂdown which had hosÂpiÂtalÂized her (diagÂnoÂsis: “psyÂchoneuÂroÂsis”), sent her to no less remote a locale than BermuÂda to recuÂperÂate, and preÂventÂed her from paintÂing again until 1934.
Was wonÂderÂful to hear your voice again. Every day since I called you and many times before months ago I wantÂed to write you a letÂter. I wrote you many, but every one seemed more stuÂpid and empÂty and I torn them up. I can’t write in EngÂlish all that I would like to tell, espeÂcialÂly to you. I am sendÂing this one because I promised it to you. I felt terÂriÂble when Sybil Brown told me that you were sick but I still don’t know what is the matÂter with you. Please GeorÂgia dear if you can’t write, ask Stieglitz to do it for you and let me know how are you feelÂing will you ? I’ll be in Detroit two more weeks. I would like to tell you every thing that hapÂpened to me since the last time we saw each othÂer, but most of them are sad and you mustÂn’t know sad things now. After all I shouldÂn’t comÂplain because I have been hapÂpy in many ways though. Diego is good to me, and you can’t imagÂine how hapÂpy he has been workÂing on the fresÂcoes here. I have been paintÂing a litÂtle too and that helped. I thought of you a lot and nevÂer forÂget your wonÂderÂful hands and the colÂor of your eyes. I will see you soon. I am sure that in New York I will be much hapÂpiÂer. If you still in the hosÂpiÂtal when I come back I will bring you flowÂers, but it is so difÂfiÂcult to find the ones I would like for you. I would be so hapÂpy if you could write me even two words. I like you very much GeorÂgia.
FrieÂda
“ClearÂly Kahlo hoped for a deepÂer friendÂship, or perÂhaps more, with O’KeÂeffe, when she and Diego went to New York a few weeks latÂer,” writes Sharyn RohlfÂsen Udall in Carr, O’KeÂeffe, Kahlo: Places of Their Own. “From there, she wrote to a friend on 11 April (by which time O’KeÂeffe had gone to BermuÂda to conÂvaÂlesce) that because of O’KeÂefÂfe’s illÂness there had been no loveÂmakÂing between them that time. A boastÂful exagÂgerÂaÂtion of their closeÂness? KnowÂing Kahlo’s predilecÂtion for sexÂuÂal hyperÂbole, this seems likeÂly.”
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