Valentine TV spuds & duds

I spud U

What passes for romance on Valentine’s Day? Is it sugar-spice-nice girls under the protection of boys formed from sterner stuff, like snakes, snails and puppy dog tails? (I’d like to see that rendered Arcimboldo-style, by the way.) Yes, in the case of this embarrassingly retrogressive Kay Jewelers ad, where a woman is cowed by a … Continue reading

Dr. Frank-N-Furter’s erotic valentine

Frank-N-Furter floats; Beardsley's The Mirror of Love

I recently rediscovered The Rocky Horror Picture Show after watching Glee’s Jayma Mays sing “Touch-a, Touch-a, Touch-a, Touch Me.” Trust Dr. Frank-N-Furter to end my blogging dry spell, and make me realize I have something to celebrate on Valentine’s Day—polymorphous perversity! Truly, I have been a devotee of Decadence for years. In that spirit, I … Continue reading

Maximalist design: sweet & opulent Victorian valentines

Victorian valentine: boy and girl

I’d call this style maximalist marzipan—almost too saccharine, but the dimensionality of the collaging and diecutting is of enduring beauty and interest. I am always touched when I see fragile ephemera in good condition. It’s poignant to peek into sentiments a century-plus old. The layering impulse is one people still have: the more lace doilies, … Continue reading

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