Alas, not keeping up with 'post every day' injunction, but I have pledged to reform. Related existential teaser: have I acquired enough postcards and photos that were I to cease collecting overnight, I would still have enough to post an image for every remaining day of my life? Imponderable.
Unlike the lovable and humane expression on this young woman's face. Photobooth images have become highly collectable lately: the classic 4-picture strip-- the People's Photo Format of the 1940s-60s-- now seems 'vintage,' an artifact from another era. Good hand-tinted examples are especially prized. Here are a few (detached images) I've picked up.
Black and white, I realize. But this fellow reminds me of one of my favorite colleagues.
Her name was Nell.
No name, but tons of pizazz. Check out the curl in front: like Belinda's in
The Rape of the Lock.
I often find the backs of so-called cabinet cards--formal studio portraits, from the late 19th century, mounted on heavy cardboard --more interesting than the people on the front. Stunning here: the wildly mixed type styles. The striped tights. But it all works.
One of several mysterious newspaper clippings mounted on cardboard I found in a flea market in Barcelona last year. Viva Franco, Arriba Espana indeed. All of them have the sinister impress of the Censor on the back side, as one sees in the example below. The peculiar assortment of ink colors and lettering styles against the pinky-gray cardboard make the backs even more compelling--visually speaking--than the fronts.
