Showing posts with label old ads. Show all posts
Showing posts with label old ads. Show all posts

Monday, February 22, 2010

The Collage Art of Robert Mars

Oh look! I managed to crawl out of my icy little hermit hole in the North East to write another blog post. OH happy day!!! While most of you up here have been washing the blankets of salt crust off your four-wheeled highway hooligans, I've been in the process of moving and unpacking and trying to rearrange my life's worth of tchotchke in a new apartment (and laughing because though cars are a beautiful, beautiful thing, so is not having one in the city).

Everybody knows that if moving is good for anything, it's getting a reason to rifle through all your old stacks of ___________ (fill it in) that have been sitting around forever, toeing the line between memories and garbage. Of everything one usually finds straddling that border, I guarantee the bulk of it is in the form of magazines. Ah, magazines! The best ones are filled with recipes, naked people, tattoo ideas and pre-'65 American-made vehicles (obvious bias). But while you can still look fondly upon books you read once and haven't touched since (but still want to keep around), magazines tend to evoke a deeper, more complicated level of clutter-hatred. I don't know if the difference is the fact that magazines are about 25% advertising, whereas books are all straight up content. And even in your favorite magazine, there is still only about a 65 to 70% chance you'll really love/use/laugh at all of the articles. Now math was never my strong point, but if I were to guesstimate, of that huge stack of old magazines you have over there taking up valuable space on your dining room table, only 50% of that is matter you will actually need and/or use ever again. And if you're a glass-half-full kinda person, you are probably thinking what I am, "Well I'd better not chuck them because I might want to read that articles about how to interpret what your cat is dreaming about again!"

Which is exactly how you end up moving the same forty pound stack of paper around from three different apartments, even though you've never opened one of those magazines the entire five years.

SO, what to do with all those magazines?? Well, you can do what I am going to do: decoupage our disgusting wooden country-time coffee table...

...which basically looks just like only with a finish like someone tied it to the back of a pick-up truck and drug it around on the street for awhile. Our plan being to turn it into a collage of custom cars, bikes, old ads and - if I have my say - a scantily retro-clad boob and a butt or two here and there.

Decoupage can be pretty damn sheik (see left image), but we're going more for the one on the right.


Not into arts and crafts Martha Stewart home-maker garbage? Then why not try you hand at mixed media collage work? Today I'm going to introduce you to a mixed-media artist named Robert Mars who creates stuff that you, my engine revving roadsters, might be interested in. In Robert's words:
"My work is a chronicle of Americana. I am determined to capture the independent aesthetic of the not-so-distant past that has been replaced by homogenized corporate culture and standardized cityscapes. Industrial design, graphic design, architecture, vintage neon and mid-century icons all render important roles in my work."

How Good It Is 2008, 48" x 36", Mixed Media

I can only hope my mentioning of his fantastic work within the confines of a blog that has, so far, mostly been about decoupage, doesn't cheapen it in any way.

I like Robert's work so much because he so perfectly invokes in me such a heavy feeling of desolation and forgotten America, through his large swathes of color (that could have been chosen directly from an old Mopar paint chip card) and sparse use of period imagery. Although I've seen a ton of mixed media "collage" artists in my time, a lot of them have sucked. But Mars is a beacon of shining light in the murky sea of collage work that typically looks just like your 80 year old, leagally blind, Great Aunt's scrapbook. It's not like you just slap a bunch of crap on a canvas and "Voila! Gimmie $3000 for this original artwork, sucka!". You've gotta have a major handle on color and space usage (the two things that separate random-dude-with-a-brush-and-a-trust-fund from legitimate-artist-guy) and a "vision" that makes it through to your audience. Robert hits every proverbial nail on the head exactly, in my humble opinion, anyway.

Saturday, August 1, 2009

ROD-A-DAY: 1962 Chrysler 300H

For some reason today, even after a night filled with home-made sushi and one too many saki bombs, I am up at 8:30am, rifling through the photos on my computer in a highly unplanned attempt at their organization. I come to realize that I have a couple photos of cars I've taken around Brooklyn that I never bothered to share with anyone. What kind of an insensitive clod am I!? You must be furious with me.

So I uploaded them all and decided that, in at attempt to squeeze water from a stone, I will share them with you bit by bit, starting with this most magnificent '62 Chrysler 300H (to be particularly specific). A magnificent piece of two-tone machinery, presumably firing a 383 in. V8 with a 4-speed manual tranny...at least that's what this particular two door coupe model would have been manufactured with.


Satin black and glossy cherry red two-tone. Luscious, to say the least.



Assorted other angles. I still just can't get over how nice that satin finish looks.

I took these photos on N. 11th street in Williamsburg, Brooklyn probably around...jeez, like three or so years ago now and haven't seen that car since. It haunts me like a one night stand you keep wishing you could booty-call again but you were too smart (or perhaps too stupid) to ask for their number.


Reminiscing on this beaut' of a buggy made me hungry for the visual titillation of more pulchritudinous pics of the 300, manufactured from 1955 to 1965 as limited edition luxury cars focused on style, exclusivity and most importantly power. These vehicles were apparently the precursors to the America "muscle car", as they were the first models with big engines produced post-war that brought about renewed interest in the performance of your car. Heard of a Hemi? (What a stupid question.) Yeah, well these were some of the very first Chrysler models to feature the first generation of their innovative new hemispherical engine design (originally called the FirePower V8).


1960 Chrysler 300F.

Personally, and not surprisingly, my favorite years for the 300 were between 1957 and 1962. Those were the years when automobile designers were really into the whole futuristic Jetsons-airplane-aerodynamics wacko body design ideas, and locker-room "who has the biggest fin?" contests. Across the board, fins and body moulding were all the rage. Do note: '57 Dodge Coronet, '59 Ford Galaxie (also note futuristic naming!), '59 Chevy Bel Air, '60 Buick Electra, and of course, the 1959 Cadillac.


'55 Lincoln Futura (concept car) anyone?

I also firmly believe that designers like Virgil Exner, one of my favorite automobile designers of the time who, you guessed it, worked for Chrysler, were also inspired by their less "classically trained" artistic peers like George Barris and Ed Roth.


Barris went on to buy that '55 Futura concept car up above and later turned it into the original Batmobile (left). At right, Ed Roth's "Outlaw".

The Chrysler 300 also made for a pretty wicked wagon for schlepping your shit:


'62 Chrysler 300 WAGON...oh my, oh my.

...and I even found one that was converted into an ambulance. My Chrysler 300 micro fetish has now been (almost) thoroughly exhausted.

One last thing to share of extreme importance (to me): while searching around for images, I came across Plan 59 - an awesome company in Virginia that specializes in mid-century advertising and illustration, selling hi-res TIFF scans to people (ala yours truly) who graphically design junk. I am SMITTEN with them. I want to work for them photoshopping and scanning all day long. *swoon* You really do need to browse their collection, just to see how beautiful these things are. Not only that, but I can tell that the folks at Plan 59 and I both share a similar sick sense of humor. Only they swear a whole lot less than I do.


A sample of the wide range of images Plan 59 has to offer. Girls in glasses...hooray!

Saturday, July 25, 2009

MORE OLD ADS - SMOKE 'EM IF YOU GOT 'EM

Somebody somewhere posted these on their LiveJournal account (ew...LiveJournal) and they ended up appearing in the "50 Most Recent Images Posted to LiveJournal" website, which, if you haven't seen it, is kind of insane (and also totally NSFW - "Not Safe For Work", for those of you who don't browse internet porn on your computer and might not know the term).


"You never need feel over-smoked" again.

I saw them and just had to save them and share. Oh, the days when nobody knew that smoking was bad for you. Seems so far, far away.

Thursday, July 16, 2009

WE'VE COME A LONG WAY, BABY - RETRO ADS

Oh vintage ads for house cleaners and processed foods, how I adore you so. You once struck fear of vaginal odor and a dirty kitchen into the hearts of housewives across the nation, and now you stoke hilarity (and occasionally shock and disbelief) into my own cold, black ticker.

And if breathing life into my otherwise soulless carcass wasn't enough, you remind me of just how good we have it these days; we live in a time where mysoginistic racists are scorned by the masses (well, one can wish anyway) and Political Correctness assures that you don't have to worry if your vagina stinks because it's not ok for anybody to say anything about it anyway.

So of course I was delighted when I came across a post on Retro Comedy showcasing a selection of exceedingly shocking (by today's standards) retro advertisements, which reminded me again that I'd never would have been a graphic designer fifty years ago, because baby factories like myself are meant to clean, cook and get fucked. And apparently to douche with Lysol...who knew!


Lane Bryant - we'll make you feel so fat you won't want to shop anywhere else!




Buy me a new postage meter or I'll slit your damn throat you succubus!!!!

Ahhh...refreshing. And yes, I believe it IS always illegal to kill a woman. But I probably won't go to jail when I kill you in self defense. ENJOY!

Sunday, May 31, 2009

LOOK, MA! IT'S A BLOG!

Check it out kids! I finally got wise to the fact that it's way, way easier to keep this site updated if I just incorporate the vast world of blogging software into it someway. So here we are...the blogger-powered Greaser Garage news update page. How truly exciting.

I thought about just changing the whole site into a blog, but there's something much more satisfying to me about having an entire website. Maybe one day, in an ultra perfect dream world, I will one day become a master of CSS, XML and .NET programming and this will be the coolest looking, least-updated website that has ever existed.

Now...on to the cars.

I haven't added any updates here since November of 2008 when I went to Portland to see Mark, who now lives here in stinky, glorious Brooklyn with me. I have, however, been bookmarking tons of stuff I've come across in the meantime that I wanted to share with the car-loving world at large.

Sadly, because it took me so damn long to get this blog crap figured out today, I've gotta keep it short. If there's anything you look at in the next week, it should be the Old Car Manual Project. This is an extraordinarily comprehensive site filled with vintage car manuals, brochures, fold-outs and various other ad materials, many submitted by dedicated followers like yours truly. I previously had a growing collection of my own vintage ads, most of which were lost during my trip down the long, bumpy road to adulthood, and are probably buried deep in my parents' basement under one of many boxes of other aging relics of my youth.


A random selection of examples from the TOCMP: '63 Plymouth, '47 Lincoln and the '57 Ranchero

Every automobile manufacturer, both defunct and still in existence, is represented within, not to mention a lot of awesome Canadian, Australian and a few English pieces as well.

I think what is so interesting (and titillating!) about old advertising materials is the psychology, and the artwork behind getting someone to buy your car "back in the day". (How could any other artist/designer/classic car lover not find them equally as captivating??) It's like a free lesson in post WWII commercial psychology...which might not be what you like to think about on a Saturday night, but that's probably because you are infinitely more popular than I am.

Or whatever.

While you're at it, check out the blog there as well for even more vintage iron and steel. I can never get enough of other people talking about cars either. For every new person, there's a dozen new cars and a hundred new stories.

**NOTE: I actually got some cred for posting some of my old ads, both at Found in Mom's Basement and over at Core 77. Hooray for me and my librarian glasses. **