A bite of big apple

On the advice of our old-timey sign painting colleague and wall-dog-to-the-trade, Bob Dewhurst, I sought out this excellent picture book of New York city storefronts, called simply Store Front.  It's not strictly about hand-painted signs, of course, as fewer and fewer remain.  The pix in the book date from the first few years of the current century, and are interspersed, every few pages, with transcribed interviews of some of the proprietors.  It's alarming how many of them have closed shop in just the few years between their interview and the book's publishing in 2008.  We can only guess how many more so in the few years since. I feel like I've been gently nudging New Bohemia's design portfolio into more of a mid-20th century direction in my tenure here, and this book is a hodge-podge treasure trove of such evocative colors and shapes.  It moved me further to pick myself up a copy of Shop America, a Taschen tome on storefronts of this era, worked on by Steven Heller, who has compiled a lot of terrific lettering design reference books for Chronicle Books.  That deal was sealed for me, when the sole negative Amazon review said, "Has diagrams and font types, window measurements, etc. All tech stuff that's not really interesting to me."

I learned recently that Urban Outfitters is opening a store in NYC, styled to look like it could be one of the city block panorama shots from the Store Front book.  (UPDATE: Just learned the faux storefronts are, er, less fake than may have been hoped for)

5-Pocket Shrink-to-Fit Button-Fly Signs

Recently, we had a flurry of jobs for different Levi Strauss & Co. projects in different places.  We scurried around their recently opened print shop, on Valencia Street, painting windows and projecting signs, and hanging marquee boards:

Then, at the same time we worked on a couple different signs for a "tailor shop" Levi's has opened, in its Union Square flagship store: some lettering with an illustration of a sewing machine on plywood, into which they had some neon inserted, and some window lettering on a little glass box office, into which they positioned a mannequin sign painter:

Somehow, we didn't get any pictures of the wood sign, but you can see a shot of it here, where you can also find a close up of the embroidery on the dummy's apron: on the left are the remnants of my name, stitched there by Tauba, for Christmas some years ago, after I'd suggested that I might be more proud of my job if I had my name on my uniform; and on the right, the shop name, stitched there by Scott's lady friend, Melissa, once we'd decided which apron we were going to "rent" to Levi's (I guess we're renting... I hope we're getting it back anyway!).

Jay, the designer/coordinator/our contact through the tailor shop project visited our own shop, soon after, and took some pictures.

Now, I don't know if it's just by chance simultaneous, but at the same time as all this was going on, someone related to some aspect of Levi's, in New York, booked us to do some signs for their showroom there.  They wanted a sign on a saw blade, like we'd done for Revolver earlier--only we couldn't find any new saws that same size and shape, so Scott cut one from sheet metal (toothless):

They gave us a washboard to paint on, which presented an opportunity to inflict more Levi's-related PTSD on Ken, and they gave us a really cool looking giant pair of scissors, with instructions to mount them on a board in such a way as to seem to be slicing a swatch of fabric.  I understand they bought the scissors at a store that sells only scissors and shovels for ribbon-cuttings and ground-breakings.

Welcome!

Welcome

The slumbering giant awakes! After pretty much neglecting our web presence for most of the past ever, we're finally (and, I hope, with a lot of continued help) putting a concerted effort into generating a useful stream of interesting and attractive stuff related to hand-painted signs and lettering, and whatever else is transpiring in life at New Bohemia.

I've enlisted a friend, Rani, to co-ordinate our efforts, and I'm nudging our assembled NBS peeps to (as I understand we say in the web business) generate content.  We're actually on Facebook--it's true!--and would you believe: we tweet!  Okay, so maybe it's me who doesn't hardly believe it... but regardless: I'm gonna keep yappin' and snappin', and postin' and hostin'...  er, I think "hosting" means something different online.  I mean "hosting", as in a party, so, um, you're invited!  Tell your friends!  I'll go see if I can find some appropriate music...

Jobs of Yesteryear

NPR has a feature up on its website about jobs that no longer exist, like milkman or bowling alley pin setter.  While it might seem that sign painting limps along, ever on the verge of extinction, I don't imagine we'll ever quite go the way of the lamplighter and the elevator operator.   On the other hand, one undeniable outcome of technical advances in the means of production, is that more and more people are producing their own signs without the apparent need of any sort of skill in design or workmanship...

While I'm 100% in favor of the DIY urge whenever and wherever it arises, and I generally support people expanding their judgement about what has aesthetic value--I guess I need, in order to preserve whatever validity attends a sign painting career, to remain ever mindful of having a gift here at NBS, to offer to aspiring sign writers and to local businesses and homeowners.

Hmm... now what is that gift, exactly?  I haven't spent enough time sussing that out...  Off hand, I'll say: years of experience, and some measure of intuition, in making things look good.  I'll keep pondering that, and see how I might better refine it...

¡Viva Ghana!

Soccer Cafe ...er, they speak Spanish there, no?

I totally missed the game last weekend, and no doubt due to my--and millions of other Americans'--unforgivably slack-adaisical support for our national side, have to bear (in some small way) responsibility for the bitter end to nuestros sueños del Copa...

But, y'know, despite the greater such responsibility falling on the Ghana Black Stars' laps, and despite not having seen more than another minute of Ghana's other games in this tournament, I have to say this completely un-American Commie pinko New York Times writer has me completely convinced that Ghana Can. Go. All. The. WAY!!!!!!

At any rate, I know who I'm routing for in the Uruguay game.

I painted this wall a year or so ago, and, unfortunately, neglected to snap a pic before they installed their graffiti resistant glossy plexi-sheets over top. I think, since then, the owner has used the logo design to print t-shirts, or something. I should try and score one. He gave me a list of countries to put up there, and looking at it now... well, I can pick out the Nigerian flag... I think that's about all that shows up here for all of Africa, Asia, and Oceania. I guess none of us were bearing in mind South Africa 2010 at the time. But then--who in America ever does?