Another batch of the strange, the bizarre, the inexplicable wacky store names of the world.
As someone pathologically prone to understatement, I’m especially fond of business names that don’t try too hard. Do eat some OK paella before buying a simply basic but typical gift.
Do Eat Korean Barbecue, Chicago
Favorable Chicken-Kebabs-Ribs, London: Photo by Martin Stocks
Nice Pharmacy, Koh Samui, Thailand
O.K. Paella, Toledo, Spain
OK Painters, Siem Reap, Cambodia
Simply Basic, Barcelona
Typical Gift, Toledo, Spain
Closely related to understatement, and just as dynamic, are the businesses whose owners favor highly generalized branding. Here are those latest additions:
Exciting Things, Barcelona
News & Things, Llandudno, UK
Rainbows & Calico Things Quilt Shop, Williamsburg, IA
Smoke and Such, Dempster
Soup and Such, Billings, Montana
Formal titles are always appreciated, though the side-by-side Dr. And Mr. Cell in Chicago’s Little India neighborhood do make you wonder about the back story. Sibling rivalry? Perhaps Ma & Pa unwound their partnership?
Dr. Cell, Chicago
Mr. Cell, Chicago
Mister Gift, Barcelona
Mr. Lightbulb, Toledo, Ohio
Mister Olimpic, Barcelona
Then of course there are the names that appeal to baser instincts, or at least senses of humor.
Kum & Go, Humboldt, Iowa
There also are some new pictures for old favorites:
I’m selling many vintage vinyl LPs at my neighborhood’s community yard sale Saturday, Sept. 8, 9-4. Plus vintage furniture, art objects, collectibles, household items, vintage textiles and more. Of course, any reasonable offer will be considered.
The big Chicago Calling show at Intuit, curated by Lisa Stone and Ken Burkhart, features 10 important artists, most of them canonical in the outsider art world. I got to curate a small annex exhibit, Chicago We Own It, that explicitly looks outside the canon and at how this kind of art has been collected in Chicago.
To say there is a uniquely Chicago school of collecting may be an overstatement, but there does seem to be a Chicago style of collecting, characterized by an acquisitive eye and a hunger to spot creativity wherever and however it turns up, no matter how unlikely the setting and without much regard to anxieties about aesthetic categories or theories.
I learned today of the death of Joe Markevicius, one of my favorite artists. Joe was a “soutsider” artist, a graduate of Gage Park High School and a wizard with pastels. I always thought there was a sadness to Joe at least partly reflected in his choice of subject — mostly Chicago places that had disappeared or were in the process of disappearing. Continue reading →
Harvey Ford was a prolific producer of drawings when he was in the art program at Joliet’s Stateville Penitentiary, but he also made some impressive sculptures, mostly ceramic, and at least a few papier-mâché. The colors and shapes are more than a match for the intensity of his drawings, many of which he made with burnt matches.
Although prison art programs produce a lot of material that is of little interest beyond the cellblock walls, the Stateville program, as its output makes evident, encouraged artists to follow their own creative direction. Ford was a true visionary and a case study in the potential of institutions to unlock amazing creative talent.
“You never quit looking. You sit there, look at a blank piece of paper, take a photo of your mind and wait for your hands” to go to work, he told me in 1992.
This week I completed my decade-long record-digitization project, having ripped around 675 vinyl LPs, 150 78s and 1,100-plus 45s.
First record ripped, on Dec. 8, 2007: a 78 rpm disk of Milky White Way / Bread of Heaven by the Angelic Gospel Singers, followed by I Can’t Stand Myself When You Touch Me and several other vintage James Brown albums. Last record ripped, on May 19, 2018: A 7-inch record with uplifting public service announcements for young people from the Wayout project, circa 1980s. Immediately before that: three square-dance records complete with calls. I didn’t exactly save the best for last.
The process has given me a chance to revisit records I hadn’t touched in years, and some — especially 45s — I had never heard. There were many great discoveries among the old soul and R&B records I used to acquire by the stack at thrift stores and flea markets. Lots of obscure (and, it turns out, often valuable) Chicago soul recordings.
Now it’s all about disposal. These are the 612 45s that are Howard Brown thrift store bound. I have eBay aspirations for another 500 or so 45s. The thrift store records are fine musically, just not worth enough to bother selling. Of course there are still several boxes of LPs to be sold, and a few dozen 78s. So not totally finished with the vinyl/shellac.
Frank’s West Side Auto Parts, at Kedzie Avenue and 30th Street, is an art gallery unto itself. Plus, there are other great signs in its vicinity, including more auto parts art and other examples of vernacular creativity.
I’m joining with several other collectors for a two-day art sale Friday April 20 (5-8) and Saturday April 21 (11-5) at Intuit, 756 N. Milwaukee Ave., Chicago. The emphasis will be self-taught, folk and outsider art, but there will also be African masks, textiles, kitsch items, contemporary art and other interesting things — lots of cool stuff at very good prices. You can see a flier below, and photos of some of the things I’m planning to bring. It should be a fun event, and We’ll be donating 10% of our proceeds to Intuit.
While you’re at Intuit, we’ve got two great exhibits — the fabulous Stephen Warde Anderson in the back room and five great Wisconsin artists in the front. Plus upstairs will be the very popular Closet Clearance Sale offering new, vintage and gently-used clothing and accessories (more information at http://www.art.org/closet-clearance-2018).
Jim Shaw: The Hidden World, edited by Marc-Olivier Wahler. Koenig Books, London, 512 pages, 2014. ISBN: 978-3863355845. Hardcover.
Jim Shaw’s collection of religious, political and cultural ephemera, published in 2014 as an exhibition catalog, makes for a great book, especially if your collecting interests align with Shaw’s, as mine not coincidentally do. Continue reading →