Posts Tagged ‘Seaside High School’

Great Expectations and Bleak House

Sunday, August 12th, 2012

World magazine, 1977

I’m one of those odd people who loved high school. I recall sitting in the cafeteria at Seaside High School my senior year thinking, “This is the best time of my life.” Sad, you probably say. Middle school was another story. But, then, does anyone think middle school was the highlight of his or her life?

Being thirteen was hard. I had just returned from grammar school in Australia and had an accent that seemed “snobby” to the other students at Archie Clayton Middle School. My mother was between husbands and we were living at my grandmother’s house. I kept my clothes in a box and slept on a cot in my great-aunt’s room. Good times. In addition, I now realize I had awful taste in shirts.

I had a couple of tricks that helped my daily attitude. As corny as this seems, I tried to recall all the good things that happened each day before I went to sleep. I also was constantly in a planning state for a trip to Walt Disney World. I know, the whole story is sounding Dickensian. I had an issue of World magazine and the fact sheet Questions. Looking at the Questions piece now, I’m not amazed by the low prices, but by the incredibly tight leading of justified Avant Garde Light. How could I read this? I also spent hours trying to decipher the images in World magazine (remember no internet, and 3 television channels). There is one couple that seems to be everywhere. Who were they? How could they be so carefree? Then there is that yellow creature. WTF? I don’t know what that is.

One of my favorite blogs is Passport to Dreams Old and New. Cracker Jack writing and incredible images makes this a daily stop for me. One post points directly to this question. The Beard Dude and his Farrah Fawcett-esque girlfriend show up often. Today, I spend a large amount of energy trying to drive clients away from posed and artificial images toward a more authentic journalistic approach. Now, I see how wrong I have been. At 13, I bought the message that this couple had all problems solved and this vacation was the highlight of their existence. From now on, I’m going to request photography of posed couples, men with beards, women with Farrah Fawcett hair, and an unbridled enthusiasm in the most mundane activities.

I make fun of these artifacts now. But these pieces of paper made the difference for me between intense focus and planning of a vacation, or selling dope and robbing 7-11 stores.

WDW Questions, 1977

Questions, 1977

Questions, detail, 1977

World magazine, 1977

World magazine, 1977

World magazine, 1977

World magazine, 1977

World magazine, 1977

Farrah Fawcett woman and Beard dude boating

Farrah Fawcett woman and Beard dude with cocktails

The odd yellow creature

The hideous shirt

Why Did They Tear Down That Wall?

Monday, March 29th, 2010

Gastrotypographicalassemblage, Lou Dorfsman, mid-1960s

When I was in high school, I was asked to design a mural for the cafeteria wall. Of course, I had no idea how to do that and ended up making a 1970s supergraphic of a series of fat horizontal stripes and an abstraction of a seagull flying above. There are small miracles; nobody documented it. The next year was my first year at art school, and I discovered the Gastrotypographicalassemblage. This was Lou Dorfsman’s version of my high school cafeteria mural, minus the Airport ’77 supergraphics. The wall is a wonderful collection of 3-dimensional letterforms created by Lou Dorfsman, Tom Carnase, and Herb Lubalin in the mid-1960s for CBS. The result is a wood-type shop exploding next to supermarket. Sadly, the wall was demoslished in the 1980s and now sits in storage, awaiting rescue. I can only hope that my wall was painted over by another artist in residence after I left high school.

Gastrotypographicalassemblage, Lou Dorfsman

Gastrotypographicalassemblage, Lou Dorfsman

Gastrotypographicalassemblage, Lou Dorfsman

Gastrotypographicalassemblage, Lou Dorfsman

Gastrotypographicalassemblage, Lou Dorfsman

My hair

Monday, December 7th, 2009

The other day I was told, “You have Cape Cod politician hair.” I think this was a compliment, unless you hate Cape Cod and politicians. But, we always want what we can’t have. In high school, I was desperate for cool Keith Partridge hair. I wanted the feathered, easy, and groovy look. My hair is, unfortunately, big. It doesn’t grow long like Keith Partridge’s hair, it just gets bigger like Sideshow Bob. I tried endlessly, but my attempts ended with enormous hair that gets wavy. It is not fun to be asked if you use a curling iron when you are in the 9th grade.

Sean, Seaside High School, class of '82

Sean, Seaside High School, class of '82

Seaside High School id card, 1982

Seaside High School id card, 1982

Sean, more big hair and bad attitude

Sean, more big hair and bad attitude

Sean, freshman year, attempt at feathered hair gone bad

Sean, freshman year, attempt at feathered hair gone bad