I grew up devouring sci-fi books from the local library, many of them relics from the 60ies and 70ies. They were all worn to pieces by escapism-starved, misplaced suburbias like me, and had wonderful archetypical illustrations. I always wondered why the future looked like something designed 20 years ago.

This awesome painting by Chris Reccardi speaks to me like water to fish. It is perfect.

(Via Music Thing.)