The Postcard Art of Achille Mauzan

I have repeatedly
been told in the past
by readers and
collectors alike,
that my tastes in
postcard art run a
bit into the obscure –

that’s probably true.

I’ll admit,
for instance,
that there are certainly
artists a lot of folks
have never heard of –
who nonetheless
consistently created
pieces that really sing
to me.

It could be a matter
of color, shading, lines,
or just a witty sense of
humor or an interesting
perspective that grabs
my initial attention —

(and of course,
a pretty girl with a hint
of stocking never hurts )

but there are relatively
few that can combine
all those elements to
create a lasting impression.

One of those artists
would be Achille Mauzan –
I must add,
his work does have
a very large following internationally.

Born in the scenic town of
Gap in the French Alps
in 1883, and a graduate
of the École des Beaux-Arts
in Lyon, he quickly became
one of the leading lights
of the Art Deco movement
in the first part of the
20th Century.

This style and influence
can clearly be seen in his
best poster and postcard
work .

And of course,
flappers, galore.

Although many remember
his advertising posters for
Italian products, and is
often thought of as an
Italian himself, he actually
divided the time of his
working life between
nationalities —

–working for years in
Milano and Turin,
several more in
the Argentine,
and finally back in
Paris and Lyon.

He is especially adept
at communicating
a simmering sense
of sensuality in some
of his saucier postcards–

and while the pastel
colors in the cards are
generally muted,
dabs of bright hues bring
the point of focus exactly
where he wants it to be.

After producing literally
thousands of beautiful
posters, lithographs,
illustrations and postcards,
he finally retired to his
hometown of Gap,
where he spent all
his remaining
time painting until his
death in 1951.


!!! HOY !!!



Skin and Bones

My lovely friend Ret
recently suggested,
in order for me
to take my mind
off redheads
(and sex in
general, I think),
that I should ask
more questions.

And I’ve decided
to take her advice
because my hormones
do seem to be running
on high RPM’s these days…..

not, that I think
that’s a bad thing,
but I recognize that
it does rather skew
my subject choices
for posts.

So , question:  does it
make me weird that
even though there’s
another month or so
before we get to the
whole Hallowe’eny season,
and despite the fact
that I was going to hold
these things for
Vintage Pin-Up posts
for that time,
that I couldn’t help myself?

They’re what I like to call wonderfully wicked –
a description that basically
means that it turns me on
in an indescribably dark place
just to the left of my medial
orbito-frontal cortex.

Maybe it’s got to do
with my penchant for
wearing skeleton costumes
during my pre-pubescent
Halloween experiences.

Well, probably not….
but, what do you think?

I can’t help thinking about
all the stuff you would see
sometimes when people
opened the door for
trick or treat, though…..

— makes one wish for all
kinds of time travel options.

In that vein, time travel
sounds like it could be
kinda fun, doesn’t it ?

It did seem like the adults
were enjoying the holiday
a bit more than us kids.

Or something a little kickier?

I dunno – where Halloween
parties really wilder back then ?

I was just knee high to a
grasshopper and only
interested in candy —

so, what people were doing
in the background when
they weren’t shoveling
full size candy bars into
my bag was only of
passing interest.

Could it have some latent
effect that I’m only now
becoming aware of ??

Some demented
mechanism at play here?

Obviously, from these pics,
generously sent to me from
one or two of my wonderful
readers who will remain
anonymous (to protect
Katie and Cyn’s reputations,
you know )
— other people also find
these freaky nudes a bit of a rush.

Is it a weird ‘beauty and the beast’ ,
or ‘the wages of sin is death’ thing?

As for me, I might be totally
ignoring the skeleton altogether
and focusing on the beautiful
woman, who knows?


HOY !!!!!