Wednesday, September 25, 2013

Buffalo Dreamtop colour sheet


Earlier on this blog are posts of some Designer Toys, including this, Buffalo Dreamtop, from my Tomahawk Toys range. This is that toys colour sheet.
My feelings about the cereal toys that influenced its design are best summed up on that post, and so I repeat them below also.

From a very early age a steady diet of Kellogg's Frosties allowed me access to some of the most evocative memories from my childhood, Cereal Toys! 
 In between what seemed like so many breakfasts...a new box finally! Pulling out the pillow of cellophane, trying to spot the prize through  that mist.
Wiggle rings!, lassoing cowboys ,their horses kicking up dust at the twist of a wrist. Camel trains, stretch pets... they actually WORK!! Crater Critters, actual aliens... before school even! Noodle Nodders,that snake in a log, and the hippo, the mechanism was so smooth, his mouth just kept going and going,  this stuff was better than television! and one of the best series, the Totem Tribe. So smooth, almost chewable, and they fitted onto each other so perfectly, soft plastic, sensual form and wondrous colours.
Zoom ahead 40 or so years, and  and it is season for a tribute.
 Buffalo Dreamtop is my memory of those wonderful totem figures, blended together and twisted by time. With the smell of Play Doh in my nostrils, and the feel of silly putty under my hands  So thank you, to whoever thought some kid would scream the supermarket isle down to get his hands on anything that looked like a toy, even a tiny piece of plastic stuffed in a cereal box. But what giants they seemed to me then.

Monday, September 23, 2013

Mc Tuff

What if Mickey wasn't born in Sunny California? What if he did not turn out to be the poster boy for Disney and settle into a multi billion dollar empire?
Meet Mick Mc Tuff. 
Born on the wrong side of Detroits rusty tracks, mutated at an early age from sniffing diesel and smelting computer memory. This desperate wretch finally found employment in a tin button factory, where he hit upon the idea of smuggling out factory rejects and selling them in alleys with his mug plastered on them. Sales were, at best, abysmal, and he now resides in a doss house awaiting trial for theft of his employers property.
Oh but for a few miles difference, and the right light on a sunny afternoon in a downtown pet shop.

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