debbie millman

Sunday, December 31, 2006

True Love

scruffy and rothko

A Happy, Healthy, Peaceful New Year To All!

Wednesday, December 27, 2006

Tag, I'm it: Five Things

five things

The lovely and fascinating Swiss Miss tagged me for "Five things you probably don’t know about me," so here goes:

1) I can write mirror backwards. Perfectly. I discovered this when I was about 10 or 11 years old when I got in trouble and had to write 500 times why I wouldn't do what I got in trouble for ever again (ha) and got bored writing in columns. Since then I have mastered the art of writing mirror backwards in script and in the last months have begun to perfect writing mirror backwards with my left hand (I am a lefty) and frontward with my right hand...AT THE SAME TIME. Evidence henceforth, and no comments about how to use my time more efficiently, please:


both ways

2) I have a weird and unexplainable obsession with hair barrettes. I even stole one from my childhood girlfriend because I liked the color and couldn't find one to buy. For those that are hearing about this for the first time, you can read more about it here.


3) Back in the eighties, when I was a wee young pup, I worked for four extraordinary women: Gloria Steinem, Bella Abzug, Mim Kelber and Karin Lippert (who introduced me to all of these incredible people). So now you understand why I get so upset when I read posts like this.


4) Despite my enlightened education from the four women listed above, I happen to have a deep affection with all things circa 1968-1972, especially products made by Mattel, specifically (said in a hushed, slightly embarassed whisper)...dolls. I have a fairly large collection of these, which I love very much:


5) Miss Minus might have just got one, but I have had one for years:

clap on

TAG! You're it:

Minus Five
Life of a Harpy
The Stone's Colossal Dream
Mary Pages
Kick Me-Jennifer

Happy New Year!

"If You See Him" -- Ode To James

Tuesday, December 26, 2006

Even if you don't like U2...

...and I don't (I often say that Bono is this generations Neil Diamond), this video is wonderful.

Sunday, December 24, 2006

A Very Merry Christmas To All

Linus: "I never thought it was a bad little tree. Maybe it just needs a little love."

Wednesday, December 20, 2006

How Is This Possible?

betty and veronica
Originally uploaded by debbie millman.
When I was growing up, I was obsessed with The Archies. Correction, I was obsessed with Betty and Veronica. I poured through racks of comics looking for the special "Betty and Veronica" issues, analyzed their outfits, waited with breathless anticipaton every time "Sugar Sugar" came on the radio to hear their one line solos, and fretted away hours wondering the following:

--why did Archie like Veronica better, when Betty was obviously so much nicer?
--why didn't Betty ever wear her hair down (like Veronica)?
--why was Veronica's hair black AND blue?
--if "Ronnie" was Veronica's nickname, what was Betty's?

Alas, at least for one issue, Betty and Veronica (and the entire Riverdale crew) have been redesigned. An entire new analysis will need to begin anew, by a new crop of young girls. In the meantime, you can read about the redesign at Media Bistro:

"Over the weekend, comics industry news site Newsarama reported that Archie Comics will adopt a new style, altering the basic appearance of Archie and the rest of the Riverdale gang for the first time in...well, ever, as far as I can tell. At right, I've grafted the classic Betty and Veronica onto the cover art unveiling their new look, but look at what they've done to Archie! (Note: I've adjusted the brightness and contrast levels from the original artwork—which I should point out is not yet completed—to make it more readily visible.) Comics fans have been voicing skepticism, mostly along the lines of "it if aint [Dan] DeCarlo style, it just ain't Archie to me," but there've also been some more substantial concerns raised: "Archie seemingly has a normal everyday physique, while B&V look like twigs that could snap in two," says one commenter. "I realize that comic books aren't known for their realistic anatomy, but comics like this specifically designed to court younger, and female, readers really should take care to not indoctrinate such a double standard."

Comics shop owner Mike Sterling offers a guardedly optimistic analysis: "This new less-cartoony style might possibly keep some of the readers around a little longer, as it may appear less like a 'kid's book' and more like a contemporary teen romance/comedy on par with some of the manga books they might be reading as well." On the other hand, his commenters are speculating as to whether this is "New Coke all over again." We shall see!

UPDATE: The Archie folks would like to emphasize, because they've been getting a lot of worried feedback, that this "new look" is actually only going to be used for one storyline for now, and is not a complete makeover of the entire franchise."

Tuesday, December 19, 2006

Poetry Tuesday: Marilyn and Madonna

The most beautiful photographs of Marilyn Monroe, taken by Andre de Dienes

This just in from Tania Rochelle's blog, The Stone's Colossal Dream. Tania posted a beautiful poem about Marilyn by Sharon Olds:

The Death of Marilyn Monroe

The ambulance men touched her cold
body, lifted it, heavy as iron,
onto the stretcher, tried to close the
mouth, closed the eyes, tied the
arms to the sides, moved a caught
strand of hair, as if it mattered,
saw the shape of her breasts, flattened by
gravity, under the sheet
carried her, as if it were she,
down the steps.
These men were never the same. They went out
afterwards, as they always did,
for a drink or two, but they could not meet
each other's eyes.
Their lives took
a turn--one had nightmares, strange
pains, impotence, depression. One did not
like his work, his wife looked
different, his kids. Even death
seemed different to him--a place where she
would be waiting,
and one found himself standing at night
in the doorway to a room of sleep, listening to a
woman breathing, just an ordinary

(Thanks, Tania)

Friday, December 15, 2006

Probably Nothing And Much Better Than This Morning

brilliant brilliant maira
Originally uploaded by debbie millman.

“It’s probably nothing,” my doctor told me. This was the same doctor I almost cancelled on this week, because of I have a nearly pathological fear of doctors. She said "It's probably nothing," as she circled a smudge on the mammogram x-ray of my right breast. She circled the inky, blurry spot with a red oil pencil, identical to the one I used to use to mark up mechanicals when I was in my twenties. This is the same pencil I no longer use because I am now in my forties and mechanicals don’t exist anymore. I am in this doctors office because I am in my forties and this what you do when you are in your forties, especially when your grandmother died of breast cancer.

She did a second mammogram and then decided my right breast needed a sonogram. I laid on the table and watched a screen showing us the inside of my body and I couldn't believe this was happening and she asked me why I was crying. This surprised me, as I didn’t realize I was crying. I wasn’t really crying; tears were just coming out of my eyes involuntarily. I tried to smile so she wouldn’t think I was a baby. But even though I am in my forties, I am a baby.

Four hours later, she confirmed it was probably nothing. In fact, she said it was definitely nothing. I called my father and then I really cried. I called Carin and told her I was on my way to lunch, finally, as I had kept her waiting in the restaurant for more than an hour. When I sat down she ordered me chicken soup and I cried a little bit more. And then she cheered me up and we sat in the restaurant talking until the sun went down and the dinner reservations started showing up. And then I talked to my Aunt Harriet who told me my cousin Shayna went through the same thing. Apparently we both inherited our grandmother’s dense, Jewish breasts. And then Emily called to make sure I was okay and Miss Minus emailed. And then Edwin came in from New Jersey and bought me Chinese food. I felt better.


I went around hugging my breasts all day, the same breasts I often ridicule for not being big enough or perky enough or perfectly symmetrical. But all that day I thought they were perfect. I felt happy until I got a call at 11:37 pm from John, the husband of my dear, dear friend Miss Clara. Miss Clara helps me with my life and my pets and she loves my cat Rothko almost as much as I do. John called to tell me that Miss Clara was hit by a car. She was in the hospital with two broken legs, a broken nose and a fractured scull. I started crying again and then he was crying too and he said there was nothing I could do, because he knew I wanted to do something. I couldn’t see her because she was in intensive care, and he promised he would call me in the morning. When he called back, he was still crying and he told me she might not make it. She was in a coma and things didn’t look good. But by the time I got to the hospital, she actually had started to improve. Miss Clara’s sister Marta was there along with some of her other relatives. Miss Clara is Bolivian and hasn’t seen her children in several years, as she is here working to make money to send back to them at home. After all these years here, she finally got her green card this past Monday, just a few days ago. On Tuesday, she told me she was going to go back to Bolivia for a visit after Christmas. She was giddy with joy at being able to see her children again and we hugged. Now we were in the hospital and Marta and her relatives were all standing in Miss Clara's room as there was only one chair, and they were too polite to ask for more. So I went and got more chairs for them. I talked to the doctor and he told me this was going to be a very long recovery. She would need steel rods in her legs and her fractured skull was still worrying him. Ordinarily I know what to say, but I didn’t know what to say. We all cried some more and I went to the hospital gift store and bought Miss Clara a kitten beany baby to remind her of Rothko for when she wakes up. John was being brave and feeling optimistic. He kept telling me she was so much better than this morning.


When I got home I remembered that Maira Kalman’s monthly column in The New York Times Select came out last week and I hadn’t seen it yet. For those that might not be aware, Maira, our very own National Treasure, writes a column titled, “The Principals of Uncertainty.” This month she wrote about her encounters with Oblomov, pheasant eggs, a girl in a pink fuzzy coat, hats, fortune tellers and glorious women. And she describes seeing a dress she embroidered hanging in a friends house: “On the wall was a dress that I embroidered. It said “Ich Habe Genug.” Which is a Bach Cantata. Which I once thought meant, “I’ve had it, I can’t take it anymore, give me a break.” But I was wrong. It means, “I have enough.” And that is utterly true. I happen to be alive. End of discussion. But I will go out and buy a hat."

Tomorrow I am going out to by two hats. One hat for me, and one hat for Miss Clara. And I think I am also going to buy a very pretty, very sexy, very appropriate and very exceptional new bra.

Thursday, December 14, 2006

Goose Bumps

This just in from one of my favorite sites, Very Short List, (yet another brain child of Number Seventeen):

"On paper, the group Young@Heart seems like a dubious proposition. Excuse our cynicism, but a senior-citizen choral group in Northampton, Massachusetts, that covers songs by the Clash, Radiohead, Talking Heads, and Coldplay? Um, sure. Sounds cute. And vaguely insufferable.

Then we saw this three-and-a-half minute excerpt from a documentary, also called Young@Heart, that recently aired on British television. In it, a fat, frail old man named Fred takes to the stage, his oxygen tank in tow, to sing (beautifully) “Fix You,” a Coldplay song we’ve heard a million times but have never really listened to.

It’s a simple, subdued, dignified performance, but somehow it gets to the heart of the song and outpaces the original. (Even die-hard Coldplay fans have been saying as much in their online forums.) Particularly when the chorus gets to the line “Tears stream down your face,” and Fred answers with “When you lose something you cannot replace.”

The performance was originally meant to be a duet — but Fred’s singing partner, Joe, had died of cancer two days earlier."

VSL is right (again) -- the performance is amazing.

And the original:

And the lyrics:

When you try your best, but you don't succeed
When you get what you want but not what you need
When you feel so tired but you can't sleep
Stuck in reverse

And the tears come streaming down on your face
When you lose something you can't replace
When you love someone but it goes to waste
Could it be worse?

Lights will guide you home,
And ignite your bones,
And I will try to fix you,

High up above or down below
When you're too in love to let it go
But if you never try you'll never know
Just what you're worth

Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you

Tears stream down on your face
When you lose something you cannot replace
Tears stream down on your face
And I

Tears stream down on your face
I promise you I will learn from my mistakes
Tears stream down on your face
And I

Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you.

Monday, December 11, 2006

Verse by Verse, Voice by Voice

From Coudal comes this very cool site, Verse by Verse. To participate, call 703-637-9276 and recite your favorite short poem. They might use it on the site and/or send you a present too.

Recited poems include:

Billy Collins' Man Listening to Disc
Wendell Berry's The Peace of Wild Things
William Butler Yeats' Adam's Curse
Ted Hughes' Full Moon and Little Frieda
Stanley Kunitz' The Portrait
William Carlos Williams' This Is Just To Say
Tony Harrison's The Timer
Don Marquis' Archie Confesses
Donald Justice's On The Death of Friends
Seamus Heaney's Personal Helicon
Frank O'Hara's Animals
Gerard Manley Hopkins' Spring and Fall
Connie Bensley's The Shopper
Frank O'Hara's Steps
Thomas Hardy's Neutral Tones
Paul Muldoon's Holy Thursday
Jeffrey McDaniels' The Quiet World
Charles Bukowski's The Strongest of the Strange
Thomas Lynch's A Death
Wallace Stevens' The Snowman

Friday, December 08, 2006

Fun WIth Type

Hoaxer's Tale


Organic Letters


Lover's Tale

Now At Last

Thursday, December 07, 2006

Mary Cheney, Rock On

This just in from

WASHINGTON (AP) -- "Conservative leaders voiced dismay Wednesday at news that Mary Cheney, the lesbian daughter of Dick Cheney, is pregnant, while a gay-rights group said the vice president faces "a lifetime of sleepless nights" for serving in an administration that has opposed recognition of same-sex couples.

Mary Cheney, 37, and her partner of 15 years, Heather Poe, 45, are expecting a baby in late spring, said Lea Anne McBride, a spokeswoman for the vice president.

"The vice president and Mrs. Cheney are looking forward with eager anticipation" to the arrival of their sixth grandchild, McBride said.

Family Pride, which advocates on behalf of gay and lesbian families, noted that Virginia last month became one of 27 states with a constitutional amendment banning same-sex marriage.

"Unless they move to a handful of less restrictive states, Heather will never be able to have a legal relationship with her child," said Family Pride executive director Jennifer Chrisler.

The couple "will quickly face the reality that no matter how loved their child will be. ... he or she will never have the same protections that other children born to heterosexual couples enjoy," Chrisler said. "Grandfather Cheney will no doubt face a lifetime of sleepless nights as he reflects on the irreparable harm he and his administration have done to the millions of American gay and lesbian parents and their children."


Wednesday, December 06, 2006

Things To Distract You When You're Delayed In An Airport

Annoying as hell, but hysterical nevertheless.

Maybe the prettiest girl to appear on television, ever.

That hair, those pants, that voice!

Michael to Hope: "This show changed my life."

Time to board.

Tuesday, December 05, 2006

Poetry Tuesday: Not George Carlin

This was sent to me today by my dear friend Jon Zogg; at first he thought it was written by comedian George Carlin, but upon investigation, he found that Carlin denied writing it. Jon discovered that it was actually written by Dr Bob Moorehead. Carlin, on his website, states "that as true as some of the expressed sentiments may be, I really don't give a shit about humanity."

The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider Freeways, but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness.

We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom.

We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too of ten.

We've learned how to make a living, but not a life. We've added years to life not life to years. We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor. We conquered outer space but not inner space. We've done larger things, but not better things.

We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We've conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We've learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less.

These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything fro m cheer, to quiet, to kill. It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom. A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete…
Remember; spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not going to be around forever.

Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe, because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side.

Remember, to give a warm hug to the one next to you, because that is the only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn't cost a cent.

Remember, to say, "I love you" to your partner and your loved ones, but most of all mean it. A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep inside of you.

Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person will not be there again.

Give time to love, give time to speak! And give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind.

Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.

(Thanks, Jon...)

Sunday, December 03, 2006

According to the New York Times, The 10 Best Books of 2006

By Gary Shteyngart. Random House, $24.95.
Shteyngart's scruffy, exuberant second novel, equal parts Gogol and Borat, is immodest on every level - it's long, crude, manic and has cheap vodka on its breath. It also happens to be smart, funny and, in the end, extraordinarily rich and moving. "Absurdistan" introduces Misha Vainberg, the rap-music-obsessed, grossly overweight son of the 1,238th richest man in Russia. After attending college in the United States, he is now stuck in St. Petersburg, scrambling for an American visa that may never arrive. Caught between worlds, and mired in his own prejudices and thwarted desires, Vainberg just may be an antihero for our times.

Scribner, $27.50.
A quietly powerful presence in American fiction during the past two decades, Hempel has demonstrated unusual discipline in assembling her urbane, pointillistic and wickedly funny short stories. Since the publication of her first collection, "Reasons to Live," in 1985, only three more slim volumes have appeared - a total of some 15,000 sentences, and nearly every one of them has a crisp, distinctive bite. These collected stories show the true scale of Hempel's achievement. Her compact fictions, populated by smart, neurotic, somewhat damaged narrators, speak grandly to the longings and insecurities in all of us, and in a voice that is bracingly direct and sneakily profound.

By Claire Messud. Alfred A. Knopf, $25.
This superbly intelligent, keenly observed comedy of manners, set amid the glitter of cultural Manhattan in 2001, also looks unsparingly, though sympathetically, at a privileged class unwittingly poised, in its insularity, for the catastrophe of 9/11. Messud gracefully intertwines the stories of three friends, attractive, entitled 30-ish Brown graduates "torn between Big Ideas and a party" but falling behind in the contest for public rewards and losing the struggle for personal contentment. The vibrant supporting cast includes a deliciously drawn literary seducer ("without question, a great man") and two ambitious interlopers, teeming with malign energy, whose arrival on the scene propels the action forward.

By Richard Ford. Alfred A. Knopf, $26.95.
The third installment, following "The Sportswriter" (1986) and "Independence Day" (1995), in the serial epic of Frank Bascombe - flawed husband, fuddled dad, writer turned real estate agent and voluble first-person narrator. Once again the action revolves around a holiday. This time it's Thanksgiving 2000: the Florida recount grinds toward its predictable outcome, and Bascombe, now 55, battles prostate cancer and copes with a strange turn in his second marriage. The story, which unfolds over three days, is filled with incidents, some of them violent, but as ever the drama is rooted in the interior world of its authentically life-size hero, as he logs long hours on the highways and back roads of New Jersey, taking expansive stock of middle-age defeats and registering the erosions of a brilliantly evoked landscape of suburbs, strip malls and ocean towns.

By Marisha Pessl. Viking, $25.95.
The antic ghost of Nabokov hovers over this buoyantly literate first novel, a murder mystery narrated by a teenager enamored of her own precocity but also in thrall to her father, an enigmatic itinerant professor, and to the charismatic female teacher whose death is announced on the first page. Each of the 36 chapters is titled for a classic (by authors ranging from Shakespeare to Carlo Emilio Gadda), and the plot snakes ingeniously toward a revelation capped by a clever "final exam." All this is beguiling, but the most solid pleasures of this book originate in the freshness of Pessl's voice and in the purity of her storytelling gift.


A Memoir.
By Danielle Trussoni. Henry Holt & Company, $23.
This intense, at times searing memoir revisits the author's rough-and-tumble Wisconsin girlhood, spent on the wrong side of the tracks in the company of her father, a Vietnam vet who began his tour as "a cocksure country boy" but returned "wild and haunted," unfit for family life and driven to extremes of philandering, alcoholism and violence. Trussoni mixes these memories with spellbinding versions of the war stories her father reluctantly dredged up and with reflections on her own journey to Vietnam, undertaken in an attempt to recapture, and come to terms with, her father's experiences as a "tunnel rat" who volunteered for the harrowing duty of scouring underground labyrinths in search of an elusive and deadly enemy.

Al-Qaeda and the Road to 9/11.
By Lawrence Wright. Alfred A. Knopf, $27.95.
In the fullest account yet of the events that led to the fateful day, Wright unmasks the secret world of Osama bin Laden and his collaborators and also chronicles the efforts of a handful of American intelligence officers alert to the approaching danger but frustrated, time and again, in their efforts to stop it. Wright, a staff writer for The New Yorker, builds his heart-stopping narrative through the patient and meticulous accumulation of details and through vivid portraits of Al Qaeda's leaders. Most memorably, he tells the story of John O'Neill, the tormented F.B.I. agent who worked frantically to prevent the impending terrorist attack, only to die in the World Trade Center.

A Story of Courage, Community, and War.
By Nathaniel Philbrick. Viking, $29.95.
This absorbing history of the Plymouth Colony is a model of revisionism. Philbrick impressively recreates the pilgrims' dismal 1620 voyage, bringing to life passengers and crew, and then relates the events of the settlement and its first contacts with the native inhabitants of Massachusetts. Most striking are the parallels he subtly draws with the present, particularly in his account of how Plymouth's leaders, including Miles Standish, rejected diplomatic overtures toward the Indians, successful though they'd been, and instead pursued a "dehumanizing" policy of violent aggression that led to the needless bloodshed of King Philip's War.

A Natural History of Four Meals.
By Michael Pollan. The Penguin Press, $26.95.
"When you can eat just about anything nature has to offer, deciding what you should eat will inevitably stir anxiety," Pollan writes in this supple and probing book. He gracefully navigates within these anxieties as he traces the origins of four meals - from a fast-food dinner to a "hunter-gatherer" feast - and makes us see, with remarkable clarity, exactly how what we eat affects both our bodies and the planet. Pollan is the perfect tour guide: his prose is incisive and alive, and pointed without being tendentious. In an uncommonly good year for American food writing, this is a book that stands out.

By Rory Stewart. Harvest/Harcourt, Paper, $14.
"You are the first tourist in Afghanistan," Stewart, a young Scotsman, was warned by an Afghan official before commencing the journey recounted in this splendid book. "It is mid-winter - there are three meters of snow on the high passes, there are wolves, and this is a war. You will die, I can guarantee." Stewart, thankfully, did not die, and his report on his adventures - walking across Afghanistan in January of 2002, shortly after the fall of the Taliban - belongs with the masterpieces of the travel genre. Stewart may be foolhardy, but on the page he is a terrific companion: smart, compassionate and human. His book cracks open a fascinating, blasted world miles away from the newspaper headlines.

Saturday, December 02, 2006

Great Women Vocalists of the 20th Century






Judy & Ethel



Friday, December 01, 2006

Design Matters Season Four Launches January 5th!

me, originally uploaded by debbie millman.

Well, as hard as it might be to believe, Season Four of Design Matters launches on Friday, January 5th at 3PM on the Voice America Business Network with my esteemed guests Malcolm Gladwell and his mother, Joyce Gladwell.

VoiceAmerica is now the industry leader in Internet talk radio, and Design Matters has over 150,000 listeners. We were also voted a "favorite podcast" on IF's Marketing Podcast survey at, and the show is available as Podcasts on iTunes, where over 45,000 people download the show every month. The show is also regularly in the Top 100 Business podcasts on iTunes as well as a featured podcast on the site. And I am thrilled to let you know that Adobe is continuing as our show sponsor in 2007. It has been an incredible journey thus far.


January 5th Season Premiere: Malcolm Gladwell, author of The Tipping Point and Blink; and Joyce Gladwell, author of Brown Face, Big Master

January 12th: Seth Godin, author of Purple Cow and All Marketers Are Liars, among others

January 19th: Ze Frank, host of The Ze Frank Show

January 26th: Design & Magazines: Joyce Rutter Kaye, Editor-in-Chief, Print; Michela Abrahms, Publisher, Dwell; Barbara DeWilde, Design Director, House Beautiful; Laetitia Wolff, Editorial Director, Surface

February 2nd: Doyald Young, Master Typographer and author of The Art of the Letter and Logotypes, and Letterforms: Handlettered Logotypes and Other Typographic Considerations

February 9th: Elliott Earls, Designer, Performance Artist, Designer-in Residence and Head of the Design Department at Cranbrook Academy of Art

February 16th: Marty Neumeier, author of Brand Gap, Zag and The Brand Dictionary

February 23rd: Minda Gralnek, Executive Vice President, Creative, Target Corporation

March 2nd: Andrea Dezsö, Designer, Artist and Educator

March 19th: Jakob Trollback, Designer and Filmmaker

March 23rd, Maira Kalman, Designer, Illustrator, Educator, Author and National Treasure

March 30th, Luba Lukova, Designer and Illustrator

April 6th: Jeffrey Keyton, Senior Vice President, On-Air Design and Off-Air Creative, MTV

April 13th: Barbara Kruger, Artist

April 20th: Janet Froelich, Creative Director, The New York Times Magazine

April 27th, Louise Fili, Designer, Illustrator, Educator, and author of Typology: Type Design from the Victorian Age to the Digital Age, Design Connoisseur: An Eclectic Collection of Imagery and Type and the recently published Stylepedia: A Guide to Graphic Design Mannerisms, Quirks and Conceits (all with Steve Heller)

May 4th, Steve Heller, Art Director, Educator and Author of over 100 books on Design

May 11th, Luke Hayman, Designer, Partner at Pentagram Design

May 18th, Alice Twemlow, Design Critic, Eduator and Author of What Is Graphic Design For?

May 25th: Jan Wilker and Hjalti Karlsson, karlssonwilker, inc. Designers and Authors of Tell Me Why

June 1st: Alan Dye, Creative Director, Apple Computer

June 8th: Josh Liberson and Ethan Trask, Designers, Helicopter, Inc.

June 15th: Bad Boys of Design IV: Marc Alt, Mike Essl, Alberto Rigau and others

June 22nd: Dave Eggers, Founder of McSweeney's and author of A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius, You Shall Know Our Velocity! and the recently published What is the What

June 29th: Season Four Finale: Shepard Fairey, Designer, Illustrator and author of Supply and Demand: The Art of Shepard Fairey and Shepard Fairey: Post No Bills

Design Matters is an internet radio show broadcast live from the Empire State Building in New York from 3-4PM EST every Friday afternoon on the Voice America Business Network.

You can view the VoiceAmerica Business site, and find the show here:

Thanks for listening and speak to you soon!

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