Friday, September 08, 2006

1959.…NEW LOGO and NEW PUPPY collide

1959 was a year of beginnings. My husband and I lived in New York City and we’d fashioned one of the rooms in our apartment into a dark room for his burgeoning free lance photography business. Everything seemed to be falling in place but we had yet to come up with a logo that satisfied us.

A friend of ours was the Art Director for Swissair and he designed the logo that’s pictured above. It was clean and simple and, at first glance, seemed to be a stylized camera. Actually it was my husband’s initials (RD) in lower case (rd), and we loved it. We used it on all of our correspondence and even had little glue-backed stamps made up for us in rolls, such as you see at the Post Office. They included the words “Richard Dean Concept” and we would moisten the back of the stamp and adhere it to the finished photo before presenting it to a client.

Another new acquisition at that time was a miniature dachshund we named Tiger. She was a typical puppy and commenced to chew her way happily through most of our slippers and anything else she could get. We were paper-training her and I couldn’t believe it one day when I found four cylindrical shaped turds wrapped in the words, “Richard Dean Concept”. The glue backing must have been too tempting to resist. You can imagine the ribbing that Dick got over that !

To bring this full circle…we bred Tiger a year later and one of her pups went to Zurich, Switzerland. Our friend, the Art Director at Swissair, took the puppy home to his children.


Anonymous Anonymous said...

Cute story. And oh yes, those puppies will consume anything that's not nailed down.
My Duncan is a chow hound...but I'm grateful he has no appetite for chewing stuff like furniture, etc.

12:38 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Pets have a way of doing these things. You have to admit that it was a choice place to leave his "presents" ;)

My daughter's cat, Mounir, recently pulled down the bathroom mat that was drying on the edge of the bathtub, and delicately deposited his gift in it, and then sort of folded it up.
When I discovered it, it was too late to tell him how angry I was, he probably didn't remember doing it!

3:41 PM  
Blogger Unknown said...

Hi Ginnie,

Thanks for the words on my blog. You are intuitive. I'm dealing with this insecurity that my drawings are not real enough, that they don't look professional. So thanks for validating my style.

I enjoyed this story -- and the logo. Oy, what a piece of history! You really bring the period to life through your writing. Lucky dog to have chosen you as owners.

7:09 PM  
Blogger Mortart said...

We once owned a standard wire-haired dachshund named Katie. We were given her when she was only a year old by a friend who bred and showed the breed. He gave her away because poor Katie's hair was not the right quality for dog-show showing. One of the recommendations, however, was that she had "manageable turds." That she did, and she was part of our family until she died at about age 15. People who didn't know much about dachshunds doubted that she was a pure-breed dog because of her terrior-like face. The fact is, of course, that there are six kinds of dachshunds.

7:19 PM  

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