Martini Club

by Russ on February 22, 2014

Product
Martini Club
Type
Business Card/Coaster
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on February 22, 2014
Rating
Summary
A combination business card and coaster helps spread the word about the establishment economically and creatively.

We hear the Rat Pack in the background crooning Volare, Everybody Loves Somebody or perhaps Ain’t That a Kick in the Head.

This card and coaster in one had to have been carried by at least one of the famous members to ensure that he not forget an unforgettable party. Using Next Day Flyers coupons from BusinessCardDesignReviews, they would have been able to let the entire world know because of the price discounts for quality printing.

Originally consisting of actors centered around Humphrey Bogart, after his death in 1957 the Rat Pack consisted of Frank Sinatra, Dean Martin, Sammy Davis, Jr., Peter Lawford and Joey Bishop.

Surely they hung out, often at Bogart and Lauren Bacall’s home, with martinis in hand. And the dames who hung out with them, of which there were several, looked every bit like the gal we see sporting the martini glass. Stirred, not shaken–oh, wait a minute, that’s Bond, James Bond.

This card hearkens back to the cocktail-in-one-hand, cigarette-in-the-other 1950s. The top portion is in primary red and apparently introduces a lady who will share a drink with the patron. To the right are the particulars.

The bottom portion, is white with the adjective “fabulous” in the same red as above and in script with Martini Club below in black font. A faint martini glass is a bit tipsy as it tilts to reveal the ubiquitous olive on a stir stick and more importantly a lovely lady in a bit of a state of undress.

As if this is not enough to transport us to the ’50s, the two silver stars complete the effect. Who doesn’t remember the popular wall clocks of the day?

A Google search did not produce results for this Martini Club. Hmmm… Perhaps this really is a retro card in a state of suspended animation.

What a shame our friends of yesteryear, Martin, Sinatra, Davis, Lawford, Bishop and more, along with their glamorous ladies, are not here to sing, laugh and have a fine time with martini in hand. We can, however, do without the coffin nails.

“Here’s look’in at you, kid.”

Martini Club