These two signs from Ernest Hilsenberg's recent travels in Costa Rica have everything I covet in a piece of art. Texture, mystery, distress, elegance. And instructions for what you can and cannot do. Look at the exquisitely wrong letter spacing between the u and the m, the caprice of the flourished N, the vapor of smoke. Not to mention the shimmering ghost of the silver cigarette and the restrained iconography for "no."
As for the billboard, who needs Photoshop when you have weather and wallpaper paste? The color palette is classic Russian Constructivist.