Continuing with another take on vintage advertisements, I took note from a very special breakfast champion, and her trials, tribulations, and (dear God!) horribly racist early advertisements. Yet again, once upon a time, ad agencies said and did what ever they wanted because they were all run by old, rich, WHITE MEN, so the only folks they had to worry about offending were other old, rich, white motherf*ckers. (Check out this fun little article collected last year over at Thought Catalog for some other “gems”)
This one may seem offensive more-so, and on a different level than that of a baby smoking a cigarette; but then again I suppose that is the point.
This print will be a new size for me to work with as I opted to go for 11×14 for this one rather than 11×17. I feel like 11×14 better captures the magazine feel of the time. Of course like my other prints it will be a nice glossy cardstock, perfect for framing and displaying.
I’m also toying with the idea of doing another mini-print or even postcard set once I’m done with a number of these.