Barbara Nessim's striking designs get their due with a New York exhibition.
Ten years ago, illustrator Mirko Ilic combined three visual cliches to create a fresh, enduring emblem for gay marriage.
The demure look returning to runways this year once sparked a cultural uprising as it edged out the mini and angered feminists.
A member of an influential illustration clique that defined the hippy era, John Alcorn is being rediscovered.
Artists and writers are showing some sympathy for the real-life, man-eating Mocha Dick.
Drew Friedman's new book vividly illustrates the men and women behind the early comics boom.
History nearly forgot the avant-garde, sometimes agitational publishing culture that flourished in the Republic of Latvia between world wars.
Before talkies, type mattered enormously to movies, though the typists rarely got their due. A film festival has spurred the resurrection of one of those antique letter faces.
The comics zine stays angry, even if it doesn't have Reagan to skewer anymore.
... and other carnal carnival attractions have arrived at NYC's Museum of Sex.
House Industries' revival of a retro typeface is part art, part marketing tool.
The author-illustrator chose a pair of pants, among other idiosyncratic objects, to showcase at the Smithsonian Design Museum in Manhattan when it re-opens this December.
Holly Longuski's quest to find out whether she's the daughter of Howard Chandler Christy brought her to a greater understanding of her mother, one of Christy's models.
The mid-century modernists who fled Hitler helped shape a visual aesthetic that's still pervasive, as shown in a new museum exhibit.
For the third summer in a row, Mmuseumm is showcasing items both banal and extraordinary in a lower-Manhattan freight elevator.
Finally, hip-hop for a 3D-printed, post-Snowden world.
Matt Freedman scrawled the pages of Relatively Indolent but Relentless as he underwent radiation therapy, with engrossing, surprisingly funny results.
Waves upon waves of backlash haven't stopped Western designers from continuing to swipe recklessly from other cultures. Critics should change the subject by examining the histories of what gets swiped—and more importantly, what doesn't.
The biggest holding of concrete poetry in the world sits in a Miami duplex, gathered by a couple who initially didn't know what "concrete poetry" was.
Hildreth Meière's huge mural commissions were rare for a woman in her day, but it was her fusion of classical and mid-century style that brought her fame.