Posts Tagged ‘Rodgers and Hammerstein’

On Being Plain

Tuesday, December 4th, 2012

Our cool and hip nude poster

Every once in awhile, I get a hankerin’ to be taken seriously. I’ll see a critical theory article that deconstructs one of my friends’ work and think, “Maybe I should be doing that kind of work.” Envy is a terrible and pointless emotion. But then, I remember our mission. When we started AdamsMorioka in 1993, we wanted to go the opposite direction. There was so much desperate work then that screamed, “I’m serious! I have no sense of humor. I am only intendsed to be understood by a select group of intellectual theorists.” Noreen and I wanted to be the Beach Boys, not Bauhaus (the band), Rodgers and Hammerstein, not Karen Finley Tracy and Hepburn, not Lenya and Weill, or Steven Speilberg, not Luis Buñuel. This doesn’t mean we’re anti-intellectual, or don’t admire artists who push limits. We love things that are way out of the park. And we refuse to deny anyone the right to create whatever they desire. So,what does this mean?

Ed Fella said it best when he called our work American Pragmatism. It’s about being plain spoken and honest, not fancy and oblique. Maybe it’s because we’re both from the West and can’t think differently. We’re interested in speaking to the broadest audience possible, making life a little better for them, and treating every other designer with respect and dignity. We aren’t interested in excluding or demonizing others because they do work unlike ours. Everyone deserves to be celebrated and revered.

Now the funny part of this is that we both came out of a deeply theoretical education at CalArts. We can subvert, deconstruct, and pastiche with the best of them, but we do it with stealth. As long as the form is seductive, appealing, and aesthetic, we can pour in as much meaning  or contradiction as needed. But, we’re human. When someone at a conference says, “You’re so funny. Everything you do is so cute.” This feels minimizing and I’m tempted to do that oblique and complex poster of Noreen and I in the nude that nobody understands. Then I remember why we like plain and honest, something that has optimism and joy. So I leave you with these sentiments:

“Good judgment comes from experience, and a lot of that comes from bad judgment.” — Will Rogers

 “The world belongs to you as much as the next fellow. Don’t give it up.” — Rodgers and Hammerstein

 “T-shirts, cut-offs, and a pair of thongs. We’ve been having fun all summer long.” — Beach Boys

 “ET phone home.” —Steven Spielberg

Beach Boys: yes

Karen Finley, not so much like us

 

Rodgers and Hammerstein: we like

Bauhaus: we loved them in the 80s, but not really us

 

Spencer Tracy and Katharine Hepburn: more like us

Lotte Lenya and Kurt Weill, cool, but not AM

 

Steven Spielberg (Empire of the Sun): optimistic and friendly

Luis Buñuel, Un Chien Andalou, slicing eyes isn't our thing

 

 

 

 

Hoochee Koochee, Tootsie Wootsie

Monday, June 7th, 2010

Meet Me in St. Louis title sequence, 1944

This may be hard to believe, but I don’t particularly like musicals. I’m a big Rodgers and Hammerstein fan, but that’s due to brainwashing at the ranch. I’m the type of person who fast-forwards over the singing sections of a movie. Last week, Meet Me in St. Louis was on television. I could live without the singing parts, and if I were the father and had a big promotion, I’d tell everyone to shut-up and start packing. The titles, however, had that saccharine and Technicolor “Gay Nineties” style. I love that. Flourishes and fancy frames need a revival. I’ve slipped them in here and there, but nobody particularly loves them—yet. However, there is hope. Last week’s Milner Gray post was passed around all over the web. Maybe it’s that time; the time when fancy frames, Victorian pink and yellow houses, old fire trucks, and handlebar mustaches come back into fashion.

Meet Me in St. Louis title sequence, 1944

Meet Me in St. Louis title sequence, 1944

Claude Coats, Lady and the Tramp children's book, 1955

Walt Disney's Disneyland Band Concert album cover

Disneyland Santa Fe & Disneyland RR packaging

Menu cover, Disneyland, 1955

Swift's Market House bag, Disneyland 1955

Brooks Brothers ad, 1942

Mohawk Via notebook, AdamsMorioka, 2008

Cockeyed Optimist

Friday, April 30th, 2010

Rodgers and Hammerstein Carousel, 1955

19 The Sermon

20 You’ll Never Walk Alone

Some weeks are just plain hard. I know I’ve had a difficult week, when I find myself listening to Rodgers and Hammerstein albums. Oh, and drinking heavily, too. Many of you already know that when we were at the ranch growing up, the only records we had to play were Rodgers and Hammerstein records in my grandmother’s den. The lyrics had an evil way of knitting themselves into my head. So now, when I feel really crappy, one of those lyrics pops into my head: When you walk through a storm, keep your chin up high, climb every mountain, don’t worry about others not liking you, just try liking them, and you’ll never walk alone are the bits of advice I tell myself. But don’t knock it until you’ve tried it. There’s nothing wrong with a little pep talk. And when you’re feeling a little beat, play some Rodgers and Hammerstein. And when you’re really, really beat, listen to The Sermon from Carousel (above).

me at the ranch, 1978