amylsacks' photos

Not an almond or hazelnut to be seen for miles. My own personal hell. From the November 25th issue of Collier's .

Every college kid knows that you can fill a whole melon with vodka. But infusing it with nicotine afterwards? Was that ever popular? From the September issue of Field & Stream magazine.

She looks a little apprehensive, and I can understand it. Those platforms, that long train. She's hoping the cocktail party doesn't involve stairs. From the September issue of Harper's Bazaar .

The flip side of the fold-out, in both Dutch and French, I believe. Does anyone know more about this "3 Mills" company? I'd love to hear from you. (When I first posted these several years ago, the sizing was off. I'm re-posting them now because I can't get the "Replace" function to work anymore. :( )

I don't know where I got this particular fold-out, and I can only guess about the year. It appears to be promoting rolled oats (or oat malt, or oat flakes) for use in cereals, baked goods, and soups.

Nothing rings in the New Year quite like a good old-fashioned wall of terry cloth! From the January issue of Family Circle .

She wanted the keys to time and space, but this was the key she had to settle for. From the March issue of Family Circle . (Originally posted to flickr on February 3rd, 2011.)

My guess is that poor Dolly is the family member who won't get a camera of her own.

That color makes you contemplate your cosmic insignificance and crave jars of mint jelly at the same time. From the October issue of Better Homes & Gardens .

When your cat is fast asleep and seems particularly happy about it, this is the locale in Dreamland that he or she is visiting. (Originally posted to flickr on February 2nd, 2011.)

This cover art looks like the paper cutouts our teachers taped to the classroom windows in Kindergarten. Which is honestly a good thing compared to most of the photographs inside. :D

Jeremy has spent every evening since Thanksgiving in a Santa suit at Gimbels. Fabian Bachrach's artistry cost far more than he expected. From the October 14th issue of The New Yorker .

One last look at a few of the fun pictures in this volume. Sorry I couldn't post more, but the year's almost over and it's time to move on.

We've now moved beyond cuisine and founded a religion or a school of behavioral analysis built entirely on how many of these badges you can acquire/assemble/eat. Nice soothing blue background, though.

Let's skip past the pages about breakfast (Applesauce + toast = "Sandwich." Yay.) and about how canned pineapple makes your hot dog a Hawaiian vacation. It's lunchtime. L. I don't get why they're very specific sometimes regarding what to drink at lunch. But here, they just tell you to have a "beverage." Maybe they hoped for "Turn To Sandwiches II" and wanted to save some innovations for later...? R. Proletarian Pete's corner has both the most awkward pose and the best sandwich/snack names. (Originally posted to flickr on February 7th, 2011.)

Yeah, I cheated and turned this into a double-page spread, to enhance the cuteness factor. (Originally posted to flickr on February 7th, 2011.)

The breads all cluster together like wallflowers at the prom, hoping desperately for the filling of their dreams to come and request just one dance. It's kind of poignant. (Originally posted to flickr on February 7th, 2011.)

L. I think that green mass in the tiny still life can't quite decide whether its a head of lettuce with a manicure or a bunch of seriously under-ripe bananas. R. This promo is almost a novel, so I won't post each and every page. But the Sandwich Principles stirred my heart so strongly! I had to share them with you in their unabridged form.