#Campbell Soup Co

[runningallthetime]

[sharkgal-97]

Soup can

[avsharyu]

Keşke bu şekilde olsa tasarımları

[reefdestro]

IG ReefDestro

[smulsa]

Went on a silly little walk. Felt much better like after a warm bowl of soup on a sick day. 🥣☀️

[goshyesvintageads]

Campbell Soup Co, 1962

[hooked-on-elvis]

"Nobody, but nobody, combs their hair as much as you do!"

— June Juanico to Elvis, in 1956.

Late August 1956

When he was working on the movie [Love Me Tender], Elvis had very little free time on his hands. His phone calls were coming every three to four days instead of every day, and always full of apologies for his busy schedule and for not having enough hours in the day.

Elvis phoned June while he was in Hollywood, by late August 1956, and talked to her about meeting his co-stars for the movie. At certain point, he mentioned the actor William Campbell, who plays Brett Reno, the second oldest of the Reno brothers.

“Have you ever heard of an actor named William Campbell?” He paused, waiting for a yes or no, then continued. “A nice-looking guy with wavy black hair. He plays in lots of Westerns.” “I think so, but I’m not sure,” I answered, knowing good and well the only Campbell I was familiar with was the chicken noodle soup variety. “Well, he plays my brother in the movie. Anyway, they wanted him to wear a hat in one scene and he refused. He was afraid it would mess up his hair. This guy can’t pass a mirror without stopping to inspect himself. He combs his hair more than I do.” “Now, Elvis, I don’t see how that could be possible. Nobody, but nobody, combs their hair as much as you do!”

Excerpt: "Elvis: In The Twilight of Memory" by June Juanico (1997) — Chapter 26: Western Union

Elvis' perfectly combed hair ♥ In fact, Elvis often carried a comb in his shirt's pocket in the 50's, as the last three pictures, taken by photographer Jay B. Levinton between August 10-12, 1956, reveal. Reading about this topic, stories involving Elvis overly combing his hair in the 50s, makes me think about the lyrics to Connie Steven's song "Sixteen Reasons": "The way you comb your hair... (...) That's just half of sixteen reasons why I (why I) love you."

[neveragainfools]

Let’s talk about art since apparently I’m a dumbdumb idiot who knows nothing about it or the internet.

Am I salty? Yes. Let’s get into it. So, you might have seen the Keith Haring AI Unfinished Painting going around with my commentary of disdain, and then a bunch of people reblogging it with commentary on how it’s an obvious troll/bait post and how stupid I and those who chimed in in the same fashion are. Apparently the post made it to trending (though I never saw it there, because I mostly just pay attention to my dashboard.)

Of course it doesn’t feel good to get “got.” I think if someone hadn’t sincerely pulled a similar stunt with the Mona Lisa recently, I would’ve seen it as a troll post. I did actually take a moment to consider that it might be a troll before I reblogged with commentary. But that damn expanded Mona Lisa came to mind, and I thought, “no, there are people out there who absolutely think this is okay” and went on my little rant. Jingle my bells for I’m now the court jester. I took the bait.

Do I still stand by it? Yes, for the most part. One could argue that the troll is a form of art, and I played a part in the performance. Much like Fountain by Duchamp (a piece in which he literally signed a urinal and displayed it as fine art and it nearly burned down the art world), this piece inspires rage, and the rage is the most important part of the conversation. I’ll make no bones about my position on AI art. When the “art” is simply an image generated by an AI tool, that is not art to me. It is a commercial image. The use of an AI tool to “complete” or “expand” an image with the intention to create a vast reaction, and post it in such a manor can be argued as performance art, the same way Fountain is. Machine learning can also be used as a tool in the process to create a piece of art, but a generated image alone is not art.

So then why do I stand by it? A big problem with art types like this is that it’s callous, cold and doesn’t respect the work that it’s “building on” or “elevates.” Whether it’s Warhol’s Campbell’s soup cans, Lichtenstein’s rehashing of comic panels, Duchamp’s Fountain or this AI piece, in all cases, it uses the originator without concern for the content of the art itself. Someone at the toilet company had to design that urinal. Someone at Campbell’s had to design the soup can label. Lichtenstein took panels from real living comic artists and re-rendered them with less skill and care. Those works are never co-credited with the people who did the initial designs. The twitter person who made this mess used a heartbreaking piece about a man’s grief and frustration about his own untimely death due to AIDs, and a lot of people weren’t familiar with it before this viral moment. Sure, it starts a conversation into the nature of art, as do all of these “subversive” pieces. But especially with Haring, who was concerned about computers and their eventual intelligence and would likely hate it, especially because we DO know the original artist, and those who are meant to be angered are familiar with the original piece (mainly lgbtq people), it feels especially rude and poor taste.

Other works wouldn’t cause such a visceral reaction. The personal nature of Unfinished Painting why “finishing it” is so controversial. No one says art has to be respectful. No one says art can’t steal, remix or transform works that came before it to create a new meaning. I’m still allowed to hate it. I’m still allowed to think it spits on Keith’s grave. The choice to do something so disrespectful is integral to the point of the piece, all in the name of showing how reactionary people are to AI generated images. It’s still a shitty thing to do. Perhaps something so visceral that causes such bad reaction is necessary for us to find the boundaries of where AI is or isn’t okay to be used in art. I hope for this twitter person’s sake it is.

There are so many things we could take from this debacle: reactionary nature of the internet, the question of consent and collaboration vs. remix in art, whether artists and their art should always be questioned, the list goes on. I’m happy to continue that conversation.

tldr: Sure, I got "got" by the Keith Haring Unfinished Painting AI "finishing". You could classify the act as art. It stimulated conversation into the relationship between AI images and art. But I think it's still a shitty thing to do.

[theadaptableeducator]

An ‘Ism’ Overview - Perspectives Comparing And contrasting art movements: The Top Game Changers in Art

There are many influential visual artists throughout history, but a few stand out for their impact on art movements and cultural zeitgeist. One of the most significant is Leonardo da Vinci, who lived from 1452 to 1519 and was a key figure in the Italian Renaissance. His iconic artwork, the Mona Lisa, has become one of the most recognized and studied paintings in the world, and his technical innovations and scientific curiosity continue to influence artists and thinkers today. Another notable figure is Pablo Picasso, who lived from 1881 to 1973 and is credited with co-founding the Cubist movement. His groundbreaking work Les Demoiselles d'Avignon challenged traditional notions of perspective and representation, paving the way for abstract and conceptual art. Finally, Andy Warhol, who lived from 1928 to 1987, was a leading figure in the Pop Art movement and famous for his screen-printed images of everyday objects like Campbell's soup cans and Marilyn Monroe. His work blurred the boundaries between high and low culture, challenging viewers to reconsider their relationship to consumerism and celebrity. These artists and many others like them have left an indelible mark on the history of art and continue to inspire new generations of creators.

[loudsnapdragon]

psst chapter update for On The Sleeve of How It Used To Be (my buckingham Juno fic) 3/5 chapters. excerpt below.

The really annoying thing about Jason Carver is: he asks Robin if she wants ketchup or mustard. Well-bred church choir niceties best whatever confusion he may have surrounding her history with his girlfriend, so he’s perfectly polite as he leans back from the front seat of the Jeep to ask for her order.

He bounces out of the car with a kiss to Chrissy’s cheek and heads inside Benny’s. Chrissy requested a solitary diet Coke, but Robin knows Jason will pick up a strawberry milkshake for her anyway, because he can be sugary sweet like that, when he wants to be.

In the backseat, they wait. She kicks at some stray cassettes in the footwell, watches purple shadows shifting over the other cars in the lot as people inside the diner pass the orange lit windows. She spots Claudia Henderson in a long duffel coat, rushing out with a tall bag of food, Jason holding the door open for her, like the well-mannered gentleman he is.

God, Robin hates him.

She raises an awkward hand to wave back when Claudia waves over. Exhaling relief when Claudia drives off without second comment.

‘Do you still feel sick?’ Chrissy asks, pressed up on the far side of the backseat.

‘Yeah, but better now. Thanks… thanks for the chocolate.’

Chrissy smiles to herself, fiddling with her hands.

‘So, um, Eddie?’

Robin sighs. ‘I don’t know, I just…’

‘You got bored.’ Chrissy whispers, like she hopes no one can hear it.

‘What?’

‘Sorry… It doesn’t matter. I know you have a lot to think about, so it makes sense. I think I get why you didn’t tell him.’

‘I should of. I just… I just couldn’t think about it.’

‘That’s okay.’ Chrissy says, but there’s something funny in the way her eyes blink, ‘He’ll get over it. He’s handled worse.’

‘That doesn’t make me feel any better.’

‘Oh, sorry. Sorry.’

And because Jason is running back to the car, Robin doesn’t even try to absolve the guilt.

‘Okay! So, what have we got here…’ He starts, completely unaware, like always. ‘Milkshake for Chrissy, cheeseburger for me, and fries with mustard for Birdie.’

‘It’s Robin. And I asked for ketchup.’

She didn’t, but she’s pregnant, surely she’s allowed to be a bitch, just a little.  

Jason frowns. ‘Do you want me to go get you some ketchup?’ He asks, clearly not expecting her to nod and usher him away with a flutter of her fingers.

‘And a regular Coke too!’ She shouts after him, as he storms back inside the diner.

She dips her little finger into the mustard sachet, licks it off while counting the stitches on the back of the driver’s seat.

‘He was trying to be nice, buying you food.’

‘Yeah, well, I wanted ketchup.’

‘You said mustard.’ Chrissy stares dead-eyed ahead, the milkshake sitting between her legs, condensation from the ice making her inner thighs shine. ‘He’s nice, like, genuinely nice. I don’t get why you have to be weird around him.’

‘I’m always weird.’

‘You know what I mean.’

‘I’m sorry I’m not being cute around your boyfriend, Chrissy. My usual upstanding etiquette must be thrown off by his incredible good looks.’

(Jason looks like the messenger boy who danced with the eldest sister in the Sound of Music, ya’ know, the guy who gave up the singing family troupe to the nazis. That fucker.)

‘Don’t say it like that. He’s cute. And he’s nice. Do you know how many boys are both? Like, none. And he smells good.’

‘He smells like soup.’

‘He doesn’t!’

‘Yeah, he does. He smells like Campbells Chicken Noodle Soup for the Boring Soul.’

He does, but only in the way that all boys smell like soup, well, to Robin at least. Even Steve does when he hasn’t showered that morning.

‘I like Campbells Chicken Noodle.’

‘No, you don’t. You were vegetarian for like, three years, cos’ Chicken Run traumatised you. I know you, Chrissy, you don’t like chicken.’

‘Yeah, well. I changed.’ Chrissy turns, finally looking Robin in the eye. Clicking her tongue against her teeth with a deafening determination. ‘And now, I like soup.’

She takes a sip from the milkshake, accidentally slurping too loudly, hiding her self-conscious wince at the noise with a sharp scowl, that is still, even now, in their soupy crosshairs, stupidly cute.

‘Well… good for you.’ Robin says, let down by her own lack of scathing comeback. Hard to think of something that stings when a beautiful girl is scowling at you with a dot of strawberry ice cream on her lower lip.

Chrissy turns to look down at her green laced sneakers, two bursts of pink under her averted eyes.

‘And I was only scared of Chicken Run because the animation made me feel weird. It’s got nothing to do with eating chicken.’

‘The way they move is kinda creepy.’

‘Yeah, it’s like, sticky. Gets under my skin.’

‘Lutomotophobia. The fear of Claymation.’

Chrissy stays staring at her feet, but Robin feels idiotically proud of the silly smile twitching around the milkshake straw.

‘Of course you know what it’s called.’

‘I mean, yeah, I did my research. For ages I thought you were just scared of birds talking with British accents.’

‘Oh, that too.’ She smirks, ‘Terrifying.’ Then she does this funny exhale, tilts her head like she’s winking, and Robin recognises it. Remembers that small movement, that quick preparation before Chrissy enters the stage with one of her infamous, god-awful, impressions.

Robin waits with bated breath, hears the first tick of a Yorkshire cluck-cluck, and is fondly thrown back to a middle school memory of lemonade spurting out of her nostrils and landing on the Cunningham's patio, the citrus eruption caused by Chrissy’s terrible recreation of Popeye.

Chrissy is many, wonderous, things, but a good actress she is not. No matter how hard she tries these days.

But alas, Robin does not get to witness any wonky British impressions, because the driver’s seat door swings open with an anticlimactic click.

Jason flings some ketchup sachets onto her lap. No soda. ‘Here ya’ go. Hey, what were you girls chatting about?’

‘Nothing,' chirps Chrissy, blinking obedience, spark of wonder vanished, 'Birdie lives on Cherry Lane, it’s just past Springfield Park, the second-’

‘The second exit after Maple Street, I know it babe, don’t you worry.’ 

Jason sings along to the Springsteen song on the radio, and Robin chomps furiously on fries to avoid highlighting how he is missing the political irony laced in the lyrics of Born in the USA, because if she starts, she’s just going to bring up Steve’s affection for The Boss, and just thinking about Steve triggers some anxious greasy indigestion.

She squirts the dredges of her sauce over her fries with practiced clumsiness, an incriminating circle of mustard and ketchup left around her legs, the Jeep’s seats marked with a murderous outline of her body. She hopes it stains.

[thecunnydiaries]

25th Wednesday

Fine. Christmas Day we had preserved Meat & vegetables issued extra: Spliced the Main brace. The Captain had all the officers to Dine with him and every thing went very pleasantly Considering a Ship at Sea. I forgot to mention Divine Service.

Campbell's Notes: Preserved meat, Chiefly furnished by John Gillon and Co., preserved according to Donkin's invention. Ross, Voyage, I., p. xix. Donkin, Hall and Gamble, had been supplying the Navy with preserved meat since trials of their method of preservation were carried out in 1813. They had been used by Ross, 1818 and Parry, 1818 and 1819–20 in the Arctic, both of whom reported favourably on them. Parry states ‘The ships were completely furnished with provisions and stores for a period of two years;in addition to which, a large supply of fresh meats and soups, preserved in tin cases, by Messrs. Donkin and Gamble … was put on board.’ James Clark Ross served as a Midshipman on both these expeditions. Parry. Journal. p.iv, and Laing, The Introduction of canned food into the Royal Navy 1811–52, Mariners Mirror, 50, 1964, pp. 146–8.

[lboogie1906]

Haywood Knowles Nelson Jr. (born March 25, 1960) is an actor. He is known for having portrayed Dwayne Nelson on What's Happening!! from 1976–1979, and its spin-off series What's Happening Now!! 1985–1988. He grew up in Garden City Park, Long Island. He has been a member of the entertainment community for over forty years. Born in New York, he began his career at the age of six with numerous principal on-camera and voice-over national commercials, including Lavoris, Campbell's Soup, Libby's, Polaroid, Hot Wheels, Rock'em Sock'em Robots, Johnny Lightening, Aurora AFX, Kodak, Duncan Hines, Milk, Burger King, and Dean Witter. He appeared as a co-star in several feature films, including If You Give a Dance, You Gotta Pay the Band, Mixed Company, This Property Is Condemned, and a featuring role in Evilspeak. He spent a two-year run on Broadway in Thieves. He guest starred on Kojak in the episode "The Godson" as Bobby Moore. At the age of 14, he went on to guest star in the television series Sanford and Son as the grandson of Grady then acted in the series of the same name, Grady in 1975. The next year, in 1976, at the age of 16, Haywood soon landed the role of "Dwayne" in the television series "Cooley High," which became "What's Happening!" As a "teenage heartthrob" on a popular television series, he was one of the first African American teen idols. After three seasons he went on to a short run on The White Shadow for MTM Enterprises. He had his studies in Architectural Design and Electronics Engineering interrupted when the cast of What's Happening!! was re-united for three seasons of syndication in the series continuation What's Happening Now!! for Columbia Pictures Television where he observed as Technical Director. He appeared in an urban dramatic Broadway production at New York's Lincoln Center Alice Tully Hall, appeared As Himself in Dickie Roberts, and a role on The Parkers. He is a devout Scientologist. He married Sheryl Piland (1981–1984), Diana Ramos (1987–1998), and Khnadya Skye (2014-2020). #africanhistory365 #africanexcellence https://www.instagram.com/p/CqOF6yzLHou/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[luveline]

I don’t mean to intrude on yours and anon’s conversation but do you mean the Campbell’s chicken and stars?!? that’s literally so adorable 🫢

I don't think i mean that but I probably do? My sisters makes her own soup and the stars are from sainsburys (I think) but I reckon she was absolutely inspired by Campbells right cos that's a popular brand (?? My soup knowledge is inadequate)

[officialambassadorfrisk]

Thank you. Thank you so very much. I do have my someone, and they're thankfully willing to put up with all of my antics borne of all those times that are painful to recall. I cannot truthfully say I am alright now, as long as I still drink Campbell soup through flavour straws to convince my brain to co-operate with me. Yet things are looking up, and I have hope. Once again, thank you.

You're welcome, anon. I'm glad you have your someone- that you have hope.

And if crimes against food help, well... so be it, I suppose.

[tmbeethatsme]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: 2/$15 Campbell's Chicken Noodle Soup Mug Red White 3.5" Soup Westwood VTG 1997.