Born in Rostov, Russia in 1900, Constantin Alajálov landed in New York in 1923, and became a U.S. citizen in 1926. By 1939, when this New Yorker cover was published, he seemed to have enough of a command of English to satirize affected dinner party conversation. The seated guests are having a "perfectly grand time," to use one of the illustration's own lines, surrounded by a miasma of pretentious phrases. But are the words actually Alajálov's or did he have assistance from the magazine's editorial department?
Note: I've been admiring the art of Constantin Alajálov here for about six weeks now and still my little survey is not quite ready to draw to a close.
Some of my favorite blog posts feature original New Yorker cover art. I don't see how anyone can get enough of this.
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| Constantin Alajálov, Original cover art, The New Yorker, January 7, 1939 Reproduced in Illustration #23, page 72 |
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| Constantin Alajálov, The New Yorker, January 7, 1939 |
Some of my favorite blog posts feature original New Yorker cover art. I don't see how anyone can get enough of this.
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