When I’m not toiling away in the office or devoting my evenings to research (sincerest apologies, BTG), I’m in pursuit of inspiration. I’ve spent the better part of my adulthood helping build some incredible (and lousy) brands. Having, now, the chance to construct my own, I’m finding myself with an insatiable desire for stimuli. Music, graphics, the way the light hits the leaves on the side of I-66 at 8:17 am - it’s all consumed, recorded and stored within my internal hard drive.
I was having one of those moments, traipsing around the web, where I was continually stumbling upon inspiration. A post from the Neo-Traditionalist introduced me to the most delightful bookstore, Slightly Foxed, in London. Whilst scrolling through the photos of said establishment, I narrowed my focus on a most charming book cover for Parrot and Olivier in America, by Peter Carey.
Thud. (That was the sound of my head colliding with my desk in utter boredom.) A few additional seconds of digital sleuthing produced this Australian version:
(The book, for those interested, is a work of historical fiction about French author and political philosopher, Alexis de Tocqueville. de Tocqueville is imagined through the character Olivier de Garmont, a French aristocrat sent to the New Word with John “Parrot” Larrit, who is responsible for spying on his young master for an overprotective mother. What ensues is a tale of a “mid-nineteenth-century Oscar and Felix” set against the backdrop of America’s infancy.
The description above distilled from Amazon.com)