Showing posts with label The New Yorker. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The New Yorker. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 30, 2013

Tuesday, July 3, 2012

I've been turned down so many times this way . . .

Saul Steinberg — The New Yorker

Saul Steinberg was awesome!

Thursday, May 31, 2012

Punch 'n' Judy on Holiday

William Steig — The New Yorker — May 31, 1982

Tuesday, May 29, 2012

Monday, May 28, 2012

Saturday, May 26, 2012

Jurassic Theater

Art Spiegelman — The New Yorker — May 26, 1997

Friday, May 25, 2012

E for Enigma

Saul Steinberg — The New Yorker — May 25, 1963

A Nice L'i'l Arrangement

Rather traditional, not controversial or edgy, but pretty.

Jenni Oliver — The New Yorker — May 25, 1981

Thursday, May 24, 2012

I Don't Even Know What to Title This

William Steig — The New Yorker — May 24, 1993

The Here and Now

Saul Steinberg — The New Yorker — May 24, 1999

Tuesday, May 22, 2012

Send in the Clones

J.J. Sempé — The New Yorker — May 22, 2000

Send in the Clowns

Robert Tallon — The New Yorker — May 22, 1978

Monday, May 21, 2012

Takin' a Break at the Met

Edward Sorel — The New Yorker — May 21, 2001

Saturday, May 19, 2012

Taking a Stab

Back to the genteel for the moment, this is an amazingly bucolic cover for one such as Charles Addams, taking a stab at an Escheresque concept, without a morbid element in sight.

Charles Addams — The New Yorker — May 19, 1975

Friday, May 18, 2012

Ah, Late Night Sessions at the Students' League

Robert Kraus — The New Yorker — May, 18, 1963

5 Items or Less

Supermarkets have been around basically since the 1930s, but it was in the '50s that they ballooned in size and content.

This cover from 1957 is surprising to me for the similarity to our contemporary supermarkets — from the XPress checkout to the magazines and comic book section, to the record spinner and gourmet section. This cover looks a little like a Mad magazine layout without all the antics, 'cept for that kid getting ready to ram his cart into that guy. And geez, the New Yorker cost a measly 20 cents!

Charles Martin — The New Yorker — May 18, 1957

Really. A Fine Day. In May.

William Steig certainly kept the child's spirit alive in his work.

William Steig — The New Yorker — May 18, 1981

What Day is so Fine as a Day in May?

J.J. Sempé — The New Yorker — May 18, 1998

Wednesday, May 16, 2012

Garment District

Iris Van Rynbach — The New Yorker — May 16, 1988

Tuesday, May 15, 2012

Tick Tick Tick

Carter Goodrich — The New Yorker — May 15, 2000