As always, New York based illustrator and designer Jon Contino doesn’t fail to impress. This morning he released a new project he did with Volga Beer, showcasing slick, clean labels with gritty drawings of some tough looking animals. I really love the way the gold foil was treated, it definitely makes the beer look even more enticing.
Balance. It’s critical to how we live our lives, and especially important when it comes to our diets. Elena Mora, an Italian stylist, takes the idea of a balanced diet and turns it into an artistic expression.
Artist and creative director Brock Davis has a charming sense of humor when it comes to his personal work. Though we’re already fans of his affinity for food—like the “Emo Pineapple” wallpaper art he shared earlier this year—as well as his editorial and advertising work, which includes everyone from the New York Times and Wired to Harley-Davidson and Jack Links beef jerky, he also makes time for work that captivates his imagination. And, often, his subjects are food items taken to a whole new level.
This past weekend I helped put together a trampoline for my nephews. Well technically, I watched my brothers-in-law put together a trampoline for my nephews, but I wasn’t entirely useless: my sisters and I spent the time trying to figure out what to get our mom for Mother’s Day. I also helped by doing a sweet flip once the trampoline was all together, just to test it out. My nephews were astonished, and one remarked “I didn’t know old people could do a flip.”
Children really are precious gems, aren’t they? I’m certain I had worse remarks for my mom growing up, which is part of the reason why my mom will receive a Mother’s Day present from me each year without any bickering. But it wasn’t just my mouth that got me in trouble or caused my mom emotional anguish when I was a kid. One summer, such anguish started on the edge of a trampoline. It was a trampoline down the street, in a backyard overgrown with tall grasses and weeds. My twin sister and I jumped on the trampoline with the kids from next door, a brother and sister about our age. Between games of crack the egg, I decided I would quickly pee off the edge of the trampoline, a task made difficult by my neighbor’s refusal to stop jumping. What made the task even more difficult was his sister’s curiosity about what makes boys, boys. I turned to the side and tried to walk around the circumference of the trampoline away from her, and as a result, a wobbly and wide arc of pee circumscribed the trampoline. As soon as I was finished, the game of crack the egg resumed as if nothing had happened.
Bobby’s trip to Iceland seems to continually inspire. I was wandering through the grocery store and came across this colorful new Smári organic Icelandic yogurt. Upon further investigation, I discovered that it’s actually made in Petaluma, California, out of milk from free roaming cows in Wisconsin. And these aren’t just any cows, they’re Jerseys and Guernseys, which make thicker, better tasting milk. Also? They have names, profiles, and personalities.