Death 'N' Stuff
London gutter, 2005.
It is early winter, 1894, and a young woman, a servant to a prosperous New York family, finds herself in need of immediate medical attention. Poor and illiterate, she takes it upon herself to seek a remedy for her discomfort by scanning the shelves of her employers' pantry, where she spies a bottle whose label features a skull and crossbones. Unknowingly, she downs a swig or two, whereupon she collapses in agony and is rushed to the hospital. Miraculously, she survives, later telling the police that she selected this particular bottle because of the picture
on the label a picture of bones...
Annals of Small Town Life: The Logo Stops Here
New Haven Railroad caboose, Main Street, Falls Village, Connecticut.
A center of iron-making
in the eighteenth century, Falls Village
(est. 1738) is the third smallest town in Connecticut. Today, it is like any of a number of other small, rural communities across America, unfazed by progress and untethered to any visible signs of commerce. (The closest Starbucks is nearly an hour away.)
In this, our first in a series of stories on design and small town life, we travel to a part of New England known for its dairy farms, its bucolic vistas and pitch-perfect fall foliage...