For about the last two years I’ve desperately tried to recapture the joy of my childhood by purchasing small, colorful, material objects made expressly for play. Yes, I’m talking about toys. Doubting that I’ll ever actually grow up, I’ve begun to once again collect toys in my 30s. I was a toy fanatic growing up. Star Wars. Had them all. G.I. Joe. Ditto. Thundercats, Transformers, Go-Bots, Legos. Check, check, check, check. And now I am the same way with everything Kid Robot sells. I have the kubricks covered in Charles and Ray Eames’ iconic prints, I have a Marc Jacobs designed monster in a trench coat and I have a mini, plastic, Karl Lagerfeld. Yes, a Karl Lagerfeld toy.
While in Vitra’s NYC showroom a few months back I was told about the impending reissue of six wooden dolls designed by Alexander Girard in 1963. My heart skipped a beat. Girard, a Herman Miller designer and one of my favorite textile designers, had created kooky wooden dolls and Vitra, a company I adore, was reproducing them? Sign me up.
“Toys,” said Girard, “represent a microcosm of man’s world and dreams; they exhibit fantasy, imagination, humor and love.” They also make an aging man feel like a little boy every once in while. And you don’t have to look far: DWR just launched the full line.