28 September, 2011

Wallpaper 13

from The greatest Cape...

...to The Great Escape




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23 September, 2011

meanwhile back at the levy

Script typefaces. You gotta be sooooo careful to not end up looking like shit - it's a very fine line designwise (no pun intended) but when it works...

Examples from Chevrolets 1956 to 1971

more here

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20 September, 2011


Right up my street on a number of levels is this recreation of a period supermarket at the Goodwood Revival. One of the things I find most surprising is just how familiar it all looks. A lot to do with the very strong brand identities present I suppose, these are products we have grown up with. It also reflects just how ahead of their time these pioneers of consumerism were... contemporary films seem to be in a variety of shades of brown and grey, a landscape curiously bare of billboards, screens and information density. Entering this modest (to our eyes) supermarket shoppers must have felt transported to a vivid fantasy realm of colour and promise.

more pics at tasteologie

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Krusty brand

Usually I try and retain a little perspective... lawd knows life and the internet is full of people getting a little bit too worked up about inconsequential stuff. But there are limits.

I regularly buy motorbike magazines. It's not something I'm proud of but I'm old enough to do it and it's my money so there. I just slip it inside a copy of Shaven Ravers and pay for it as quickly as possible. Then when I've smuggled it home I typically shake it over the bin to allow all the leaflets for Dunlop tyres, Insurance offers and whatnot to descend otherwise they fall like the autumn leaves when I read the mag in the bath and cause all sorts of nonsense.

One of these unsolicited communications is often a catalogue of specially selected itemries aimed at the motorcycle enthusiast. Gloves, boots, jackets, little die-cast models of motorcycles, t-shirts with reproductions of olde tyme motoring logos in a worn distressed style, you know the kind of thing. This company has a particular fascination with Steve McQueen. Nothing odd about that I hear you say, Steve's the 'King of Cool'™ a bona fide dude who loved cars bikes and racing, a style icon. Men want to be him women want to be with him etc. And rather handily for this motorcycle apparel vendor Steve used to wear a lot of desirable brands when riding, Belstaff, Barbour, Bell (it never occurred to me before... was Steve only wearing stuff that started with B?) and being Steve he was regularly photographed in these products looking cool as fuck.Fair play all round I say - you get to buy the same jacket McQueen wore, swallow a modicum of disappointment when you look at yourself in the full length mirror and realise it doesn't look as good on you... *Of course it doesn't he's Steve McFuckingQueen, you're not!* everybody's happy.

A slight note of caution was sounded last time one arrived and I notice they are offering our own faithful copy of the sweatshirt that McQueen wore in nearly all but the very first scenes of The Great Escape. Is it me or is that just a bit too creepy? It's just a cut down sweatshirt... it looked cool 'cos it was Steve McFucki... really do we need to go through this again?

But holy fuck have they jumped right over the shark this time. Somebody somewhere decided this 'Le Mans helmet' was a good idea. Never mind the terrible inconsistencies that mean it bears absolutely no relation to the helmet Steve's character Michael Delaney wears in the film.

McQueen wore several different designs of open face lid when he was racing bikes, tasteful period pieces to a man, and reproductions of these are also offered for sale. But clearly these are too subtle, they don't telegraph quite the correct message about the wearer. If you can say quite what that message might be leave a comment, I'm absolutely at a loss.

Just fucking look at it... you can click on the pics if you want them larger

It's awful in almost every possible way. Yes that's right it DOES have a black & white photo of Mr McQueen on one side, Sir has a discerning eye. Jesus! The mind boggles.

WHO is going to buy or wear one of these? WILL they carry it about in the awful plastic bag? HOW did they make it look so... so plasticky and cheap? IS that the sound of somebody spinning in a grave?

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12 September, 2011

Future imperfect

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07 September, 2011

rita sue

Via Rocket Garage - looking rather like that bobbed Enfield.

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02 September, 2011

that petrol emotion

Oh dear I feel like a terrible newb... the oldest story in the book, schoolboy error and all that. Och well.

Got the Enfield out of the shed and started her up. All good. Right go and get my lid and gloves just as the idle drops below a sustainable level and dies. No matter... a gentle manipulation of the kickstart and decompression levers and she pops back into life.

Only to drop out as I pull on the gloves.

Oh well. Never mind. I'll just do what I'm busily reflecting I should have done in the first place, pull on lid, put on gloves and then start the bike. Except it won't start now. Dammit! Ten fruitless minutes of kicking. LikeI tell everybody - if it ain't in tune you'll run yourself ragged trying to start one. Especially inside a helmet and gloves on a sunny evening. God-dam. Sweat running down my temples into my eyes. I need to be elsewhere soon. The temptation to give into a Basil Fawlty like thrashing at the kickstart is strong but I'm still in control of my faculties enough to know that sort of behaviour won't work.

Another time I'd just go and make a brew, it'd almost certainly fire up after a wee break, but I've gotta go climbing... so back into the yard, chained up and jump in the van.

Probably a fouled plug. Or I've beasted the battery. *thinks* can you do that on a bike with hardly any electrickery on it? Anyway enjoy the climbing, I'll take it for a spin when I get home. It'll start. She'll be right.

Pull the bike out of the yard...

decompression lever

kill switch


fuel tap

Goddam-it! The fucking fuel tap! Are you kidding me? I spent twenty minutes sweating like a rapist trying to kick-start a bike with the fuel turned off? What a twat.

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01 September, 2011

and bob too

Hmmm don't really want this blog to turn into yet another collection of re-posted pics...

...but this is the shizzle. Love the details.

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