I keep on running across the art of Hans Flato. Apparently he was an accomplished realist, but in the 1920s he also dabbled in this weird, disconnected, totally distinctive cartooney style. I snapped this from an advertisement for The Greenwich Village Inn, The New Yorker, December 18, 1926.Part of me finds his style to be disturbing. Another part marvels at a technique that is so rooted in the time. Goofy, vibrant, manic, graceful, and barely in control, this particular style of Flato sort of makes me want to lose my lunch.
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