From newyorker.com, May 23, 2017, ““Drawing the Vanishing Restaurants of New York” — this post by John Donohue, who has been tirelessly attempting to draw all the restaurants in New York.
Next up on Jane Mattimoe’s Case For Pencils blog is Julia Wertz, whose new book, Tenements, Towers & Trash: An Unconventional, Illustrated History of New York City will be out this coming October.
A bunch of links to Ms. Wertz’s work, New Yorker and otherwise can be found on the Pencils post.
…Stephen Nadler, who runs Attempted Bloggery, one of my fave New Yorker-related sites, notified me last night that someone had been busy monkeying around with Rea Irvin’s iconic New Yorker masthead. Now’s a good time to take a look at how the masthead has changed (and when it changed) in the magazine’s 92 years.
Above is how it looked in the very first issue, February 21, 1925, with Of All Things beneath Rea Irvin’s design. The Talk of The Town was elsewhere in the issue, but would soon find a better fit…
…in the next issue, in fact: February 28, 1925 (above). The above masthead stuck around only half-a-year…
…until the issue of August 22 1925 (above), when it was obviously redrawn; the typeface changed too.
In January 30, 1926 a cleaner, un-boxed masthead appeared, and again redrawn. This is the masthead most of us have known our entire lives. It has stayed like this, unchanged, excepting the disappearance of the tiny little white dots on Eustace Tilley’s shoulder — they faded away somewhere in time. A modern addition was a designery horizontal thin line above it in the anniversary issue of February 21, 2000.
This brings us up to date. The above redesign first appeared in the issue of May 22, 2017. Mr. Irvin’s charmingly imperfect scroll-like line has met a white-out brush. His owl has been re-drawn, his buildings re-drawn too (with the inclusion of One World Trade Center in this new assortment). Tilley himself has changed just a bit, from the neck up. The designery horizontal line from 2000 remains (why toss out a perfectly good clean straight line?).
A fond farewell to Mr. Irvin’s brilliant diamond. Perhaps we’ll meet again?
More Tilley: here’s a piece I wrote for newyorker.com back in 2008, “Tilley Over Time”