License plate design is clearly very niche, very design by committee, and very bad. Usually. As the folks behind the State Plates Project say, “Over the past 50 years, the American license plate has taken a turn for the worst. We’re here to change that.” Fifty designers, fifty states, fifty license plates I wish were the real deal.
Astrology and horoscopes have always been fascinating to me, and by extent gemology. Naomi Ernest‘s birthstone series partners the structure of rigid, structural ink lines with freeform, organic watercolor. I love the juxtaposition. Each month’s birthstone is available in several sizes of prints here.
Lars Daniel Rehn‘s paintings of a growing village are so, so good. Each one reveals different developments – building roads, fighting illnesses, even being chased by birds of prey. A few of the pieces can’t be seen unless under a UV light, which Rehn uses in his studio. The only constant is a ground covered in snow.
Gems, minerals, rocks… all have been revered for centuries, and are now being regaled once more. I only own one, a big peach hued crystal cluster that once belonged to by step-grandma that I’ve admired for as long as I can remember. But I love the idea of more, maybe just not resting on surfaces everywhere in my home.
That’s where Laurel Canyon Dreaming and their artwork comes into play. Each archival print is inspired by the canyons and hills of Los Angeles. Molly, the artist behind it all, uses her own original paintings, collages, and drawings as starting points or bases work off of rare antique prints that she’s been collecting for years.
Sarah Illenberger‘s Flowerwork series uses creatively arranged flowers, perfect camera angles, and incredible lighting to mimic the bursts, sparks, and cascades of fireworks. I’m mesmerized by the genius that is this project and can’t help but keep scrolling through the imagery.
Benoit Paille‘s high contrast, flash-heavy photography has me longing for warm summer nights in the midst of this winter snowstorm. Can’t you just picture yourself watching the sun go down while hanging out with friends, cold beer in hand? Sigh.