Yesterday I ran into someone who used to work in a darkroom, developing photographs for a major photo finishing company. As soon as he told me this, I could smell the fixer chemicals.
This lead me to ask Google, “can you remember smells?”—sure enough, it’s called olfactory memory.
It works the other way around too, of course: smells provoke memories. This is why you can’t sniff cinnamon without feeling a bit Christmassy.
Below: from last week’s Air Mail.
Ye Olde Selfie, New Yorker, 2017.
Selfies historiques, New Statesman, 2023.
Say “bees!” From my sketchbook.
My work has been selected as a finalist for the National Cartoonist Society Magazine/Newspaper Illustration Divisional Award. If you are a member, please consider lending me your vote!
Congratulations to the other nominees, Johnny Sampson and Nick Galifianakis.
As you probably know, my new book is now funded and we also hit our stretch goal. This week, the final pages were completed, including a chapter on the history of Scandinavian Research Goblins. Next week—real life proofs get made! In June, the book will go on general sale.
In case you missed it: here’s a 12 minute excerpt from my appearance on the New Yorker Caption Contest Podcast, talking about Nooks & Crannies of New York. Audio with illustrations:
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