When Salvador Dalí Created a Chilling Anti-Venereal Disease Poster During World War II
As a New York City subway rider, I am constantly exposed to public health posters. More often than not these feature a photo of a wholesome-looking teen whose sober expression is meant to convey hindsight regret at having taken up drugs, dropped out of school, or forgone condoms. They’re well-intended, but boring. I can’t imagine I’d feel differently were I a member of the target demographic. The Chelsea Mini Storage ads’ saucy regional humor is far more entertaining, as is the train wreck design approach favored by the ubiquitous Dr. Jonathan Zizmor. Public health posters were able to convey their designated horrors far more memorably before photos became the graphical norm. Take Salvador Dalí’s sketch (below) and final contribution (top) to the WWII-era anti-venereal disease campaign. Which image would cause you to steer clear of the red light district, were you a young soldier on the make? A portrait of a glum fellow soldier (“If I’d only known then…”)? Or a grinning green death’s head, whose choppers double as the frankly exposed thighs of two faceless, …