Death Takes a Holiday
I’m not too keen on New Year’s resolutions. It seems to me that if something is worth doing, or not doing, why put it off. As I tell the crew at AdamsMorioka, “We show God how pleased we are with him by not procrastinating in our tasks.” They love me for my helpful advice.
If I had to make a New Year’s resolution it would be to drink less. It’s not that I go home and tear through a bottle of cheap gin, waking up in a pool of vomit. My grandparents always had a cocktail before dinner, so it makes sense. But, perhaps, switching from the martini glasses to the giant Melmac mug was a mistake. My plan, however, was waylaid by the beautiful gift of Death’s Door Vodka. Francesca, who makes my daily life run properly at the office, gave it to me for Christmas. She knows me very well. I like good typography, and I like drinking.
I try to veer away from promoting current designers and work here. Since I started writing articles and books over a decade ago, I found that doing an article on one designer pisses off the other 300,000 designers. So I stick with the dead, or well loved. But in this case, I can’t resist. Grip Design in Chicago designed the packaging. I love that it’s unique and beautifully crafted, but it doesn’t slip into gimmick alcohol packaging. The name, Death’s Door, is the tour de force. Items such as alcohol, automobiles, skateboards, and space heaters should allude to the fact that they may kill you. I don’t want to buy a Feature Comfort Space Heater, I want the Exterminating Angel of Fire Heater.