#old ephemera

[janasojka]

night landscapes, printed on vintage papers

I'm releasing a new sticker book tomorrow, with some new and old pieces (on vintage papers!). Vibrant colours, noooostalgia and my favourite blues and magenta. Tomorrow, in my little shop 🍀

[oldphemera]

Found this matchbook with this ad. The design is VERY old - note the USSR teddy bear stamp - even if Father Frost is in red instead of the more typical blue for some reason, that's Soviet. But it's been updated much more recently, and the company advertising 500 junk stamps to "get your collection started" is still very much around and they don't charge that much more than they did whenever this matchbook was printed.

I think with the long decline in smoking that the long arc of free matchbooks everywhere (and ads on those matchbooks to pay for them) has also declined away to nothing. But maybe that's just me. Are people still giving away matchbooks, somewhere?

[postcard-from-the-past]

"Taking the veil", painting by Emile Renard

French vintage postcard

[brianfrench1995]

1969 Washington D.C. Washington Monument, Cherry Blossoms, Postcard 
@postcardtimemachine

[newyorkthegoldenage]

New York Oddly Enough by Charles G. Shaw, New York: Farrar & Rinehart, 1938. Dust jacket illustrator: Charles G. Shaw

Charles Green Shaw (1892-1974) focuses on New York City after [his] 1931 [book] Nightlife. In this book he photographed unusual places and sights of New York, many of which were in danger of vanishing, such as “Cobble Court” at 1335 York Avenue and 71st Street, which housed a hidden 18th century farmhouse. That house was eventually demolished in 1966 to make way for The Mary Manning Walsh Home for the Aged. The book is packed with quaint and unusual gems like this.

Text & photo: StuffNobodyCaresAbout

[rosieandthemoon]

C. 1880

[stone-cold-groove]

Le Vieux Carré de la Nouvelle Orléans. Map of the New Orleans French Quarter and its environs - 1942.

[thebeautifulbook]

Book of Astrology and Omens (Nepal 14th-16th Century)

collections.lacma.org

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[libraryofva]

Recent Acquisition - Ephemera Collection

J. Wesley Gardner Resort Hotels. Florida and Virginia. Virginia Beach and Old Point Comfort Beach, Virginia. Davis Islands, Tampa, Florida.

Gardner's Chamberlin, Old Point Comfort, Virginia.

[night-aandeg]

Circa 1950-55.

[postcard-from-the-past]

Street scene in Bizerte, Tunisia

French vintage postcard

[brianfrench1995]

Waiting for you in Florida postcard

@postcardtimemachine

[planet4546b]

went antiquing over the weekend and found a really neat and perfect for signoise like little folder full of what was obviously high school english assignments and poetry and ads for the school plays and the guy tried to sell it to me for 50 dollars five zero fifty. FIFTY for random loose leaf paper with school work on it from like the 1970s i’m actually so mad about it. i wanted that poetry.

[stone-cold-groove]

Guide Book of New Orleans. Greeters of America guide book cover - 1923.

[weepingfoxfury]

Tuesday, Tuesday, Tuesday ... a story day in Tuesdayville ...

There once was a lady of burgeoning years. Rotund, gregarious and with a distinct dislike for the outside world. Instead of going out, she stayed in ... and as she stayed in all of the time, people knew exactly where to find her.

People brought her all sorts of things ... material, old toys, and beautiful oddments of a this and that nature. The old lady mostly sat upon her settee, her legs at rest in one position or another ... but her eyes and her hands were constantly in motion bringing new life into all that surrounded her. She made all manner of things for those that she met ... and these wondrous creations would then find their way to people that she would never meet.

Days, months, years and people passed and her hands moved faster and faster whilst her legs continued to remain still. In between her endeavours she would eat plums. Plum after plum after plum passed her lips. She popped them in whole, her tongue and her teeth working the flesh from the stones. With each swallow, she would then turn her head and spit the plum stone behind her settee.

The pile increased ... time passed ... and one day, as she worked away, a tree began to grow. The faster her fingers moved, the faster the tree's growth ... and all the while her motionless legs became smaller and smaller and smaller ... until, they vanished with a small popping sound.

The old lady's hands stopped.

She put down her work.

She turned her head, gazed at the tree, her eyes following it to it's fullest height. She smiled the widest of smiles. Then grabbed hold of a branch and began to haul herself up the tree. Up and up and up she went until she was gone from view.

[pam3pr]

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