In my ongoing series, entitled Eurythmy of the Game, choice elements from dozens of vintage baseball cards from my own childhood collection are meticulously culled and reconfigured. The resulting geometric arrangements speak a certain language which playfully undermines the masculinity of pro sports, more specifically, major league baseball.
Whether or not you give a damn about baseball cards, you should read Josh Wilker’s captivating blog, Cardboard Gods. Using vintage Topps imagery — the stagey, shaggy and strange captures of forgotten ballplayers in the 70s — as a launching pad, Wilker takes off on flights about everything from memory to athleticism to middle-aged failure. The guy’s such a great writer it hardly matters. Post after post after post is a winner.