11.7.12 at 21:21.
There was this weekend (don't ask me when exactly it was, because not only was I thoroughly inebriated but I was also suffering from a slight stage of delirium) and I was in the basement alone and browsing through the glory that is my father's vinyl collection. Moments (and a vodka re-up) later, I came across a stack of old JET magazines. It was like falling in love with black people all over again. Each cover featured an effortlessly perfect woman, man, and/or couple. Additionally, the text on each cover was provocative and highly relevant unlike some of the covers that grace magazines nowadays...I mean, seriously, I could give a fuck less about the 50 'new' ways to please my man.
After reading through maybe five issues cross-legged on the cold floor, I was struck with an overwhelming case of inspiration. Oh how I LOVE it when that happens. I choose an issue with a cover that tickled my psyche the most. The cover was scanned and after a little bit of pulling/pushing/cutting/and other manners of editing, my vision was achieved.
The question: What would happen if one was to couple the elegant simplicity of 1950's JET with modern-day design?
I dug the outcome so much that I kept going x3. Granted, it took damn near a month for me to finish due in large part to how I tend to oversaturate my summer days. I'm not hating on the wait thou, 'twas so worth it.
The 'Fro Jets
by the by, all glory and recognition to all that was JET magazine.
Thank you for the inspiration.