Lavazza has teamed up with Amazon to make the voice-controlled Voicy coffee machine.Īmazon’s voice control-system is called Alexa, and Alexa is built into the Voicy, allowing you to use it as a regular smart speaker – asking questions such as “Hey Alexa, what’s the weather?” – as well as use it as a voice-controlled coffee machine, as I am doing.Īnd I’m breathless because I’ve just run downstairs, popped a coffee capsule into the top of Voicy, and then run back upstairs again so I can have the pleasure of ordering coffee from bed.Įvery morning since I started reviewing the Voicy, I have to do this. I’m yelling “Hey Alexa” rather than “Hey Lavazza” because Lavazza, the Italian coffee machine maker, has just partnered with Amazon to make a new, voice-controlled coffee machine, the Lavazza A Modo Mio Voicy. Me: (breathless, yelling) Hey Alexa, ask Lavazza to make the coffee extra hot ristretto! It's amazing to look at an old VV cover now, and recall the convoluted process of creating them.Here is a transcript of a conversation I had from the warmth of my bed this morning: Thrashing out the design in a meeting while sketching variations on a note pad, trying to make every stakeholder think the story for which they were advocating wasn't getting short-changed. The result was a box-fest, with no single story or image getting more than half the cover. Then scaling the pictures with a reduction wheel, and carefully drawing it to scale in pencil with specs on a blue-lined layout sheet. Then coding and sending the (unseen) type on an Atex terminal. Then mocking up the colors with prima color pencils. Then walking from 842 B'way down to Cooper Square to see if the type had emerged okay. Then maybe having to re-spec (or-gasp-reword) something for fit. Then building the mechanical, adding instructions for the stripper at the NJ production plant (super-imposing type over a photograph was a MAJOR deal).
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Then being car-pooled to said NJ location, all of us delirious from lack of sleep, at the crack of dawn the next morning.Īs design director at The Voice I was blessed to work beside Jennifer Gilman and Florian Bachleda, two visual muses who were infused with talent, creativity, and grace. The village returns very village voicey crack# (They were later joined by Kate Thompson, another ex- Rocket art director.) The Voice editor, Jonathan Larsen, was an art director's dream: smart, visual, a cover provocateur who gave plenty of space to rise (and also to fail, which I did with depressing regularity). Heavily influenced by street graphics, gigposters, and especially the graphic design of Art Chantry (yet another Rocket art director), we developed a cover look that was big, bold, direct and graphic. Our production values were funky, to say the least, and we stuck to simple type and a very limited palette of colors, basically black, red, and the blue of The Voice logo.Īt the time The Voice was still sold on newsstands, and we wanted the covers to scream, to feel like the left-wing equivalent of a NYC tabloid. We had a tag team style of cover design, with Jennifer, Florian, Kate and I working on different potential cover stories simultaneously, and trading pages back and forth. One of my most memorable experiences was during the Bill Clinton era. The Monica Lewinsky scandal was big news and when the Starr Report came out, it, revealed the salacious details of the affair. The Voice decided to devote a whole feature package to the story. My editor told us he wanted "fellatio art." Hmmm. I pondered that assignment and came up with an idea. Instead of taking the obvious path, I took the high road and called David O'Keefe, one of the best 3-D caricaturists around, and asked him to illustrate our cover. My concept was this: I wanted him to create a portrait of Clinton made entire of an assemblage of women's breasts and buttocks. But when Dave declined my commission-he and his wife were big fans of Clinton-we came up with a compromise. I asked him to sketch out his ideas, but insisted that somehow or other, Clinton's portrait would have to include a quantity of flesh. A few days later, Dave turned in a masterpiece made out of clay. The bikini tan lines in Dave's piece, which he called "Clinton in the Flesh," were the icing on the cake.On Tuesday morning, Peter Barbey, owner of the Village Voice, assembled the staff of the storied but turbulent New York City alt-weekly for a meeting. The village returns very village voicey crack#.
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