I love to make fun of the name — slap-smack, punch-crunch, kick-splat, tap-thud, bang-clank, pull-snap, sip-slurp — but perhaps it’s just jealousy. Because those bad boys over at Click-Boom really got it goin’ on. And I’m honored to have been asked to design the inaugural anniversary poster to the theme of teamwork, benefiting FirstWorks and silk screened by Booth Sartain. Here’s a sneak peak.
Congratulations Click-Boom!
Posted: July 30th, 2010 | Author: Frankendesign | No Comments »
I can’t remember the first time I went to Chicago. We went every summer and some winters to visit my grandparents and extended family who had settled there from Germany in the ’60s.
I do remember the unique culture of my mother’s family, the neighborhood, the city. The energy and exploration. I remember the anticipation and the nine hour drives. I remember needing to put on a sweater every summer once we got to Mt. Vernon. And on those winter trips, I remember snow up to my eyeballs when they were only 36 inches from the ground. The consistent glittery white winter blankets muffling the cantankerous rattle of a hardened working class city. And all the people I met when they came out to shovel their sidewalks where greeting passers-by was not just a courtesy but a communal celebration of life in this landscape. I fell in love with that incredible weather and spirit in contrast to home in the Mid-South. And I fell in love with the ice.
I remember discovering this game of power and balance, precision and speed. Where these uniformed spirits would soar through the fog of sweat on a frozen horizon with a grace and control that challenged my youthful ideas of brute physical force. The Chicago Blackhawks became my first favorite professional sports team. And they’ve always been my home team in my home away from home.
And now they are the Stanley Cup Champions.
I miss you Chitown. Congratulations to the Blackhawks and all their fans, everywhere.
Nuccio DiNuzzo, Chicago Tribune / June 9, 2010
Posted: June 10th, 2010 | Author: Frankendesign | No Comments »
Finally pulled together this raw footage. This was the bicycle ride, 2x/day, 5 days/week, 52 weeks/year, rain or shine, snow or wind, while living in Chicago. Awesome bike lanes. Suspicious pedestrians. Questionable drivers. Horrible roads. Invigorating ride.
Posted: March 29th, 2010 | Author: Frankendesign | 1 Comment »
We are doing some reading at work. For our routine manager’s meeting — which is exactly where managers belong, in meetings — we were assigned six articles to read from HBR. The articles are fascinating and enlightening, but not so much as the discussion and debate that ensues.
Posted: March 3rd, 2010 | Author: Frankendesign | 1 Comment »
I talked to Irwin Sheft a few days ago about bringing the Jazz Foundation of Memphis to life again. It was great to hear from him. But then I went back and checked out the website I had built in frames back in 1996, still alive and somewhat kicking, restlessly, in it’s grave. I’ve since moved it to Wordpress where I’ll be loading content and customizing CSS for a while (www.memphisjazz.org). I’ve also been digging through some old rubble and am able to verify that the last time I used Gill Sans Extra Bold was 1994. I’ve been clean ever since.
Posted: February 24th, 2010 | Author: Frankendesign | No Comments »
Sitting in my dad's Union 76 gas station, I would draw his race car (number 76) parked in the farthest stall. This was 1973, and I was in kindergarten. Being an artist at age 5 is cute, but at age 15 it became the antithesis of high school football running back soon to be cop, pastor, community patriot. The last straw for my dad came when he grounded me through almost an entire year after I quit the Vikings football team to devote all my time to the art club. At that time I knew there was no turning back. Concluded…
