This stamp is such a great example of design serving design. Every time I see it, I gaze in wonder once again at the artistry of the brooch itself, as stunning now as the day it was made.
I hereby apologise to rich people for suggesting that they are prepared to pay outlandish prices for things that rats have pissed on.
High-end philatelic auctions are a spectator sport. It’s old-school collecting at its jaw-dropping best, as well-heeled businesspeople and rich retirees flop out their chequebooks and aim them at each other, while thousands of children die of preventable diseases in the third world.
As water flows on Mars and champagne flows at NASA, just look at these gorgeous stamps and tell me they don't make you similarly wet
A baby was born on the other side of the world over three months ago and soon we will have stamps about it! This is the happiest day of my life!
Australia Post's graphic design department must draw straws to see who gets to design each year's Queen's birthday issue. "Crap, I've drawn the short straw. What's the brief?" "Same as the last 35 years: the Queen, some flowers and shit, pinks and blues, and try to not make her look like she hired MI6 to knock off Princess Diana."
You'd think I'd be watching the Oscars glamour today, wouldn't you? But no. I came across this blast from the past on the weekend, and I CAN'T TAKE MY EYES OFF THE HAIR! Nor the shoulder pads. Nor the open-necked shirt with the collars under the lemon pullover. Nor the tres eighties grey curtains in... Continue Reading →