The Clichéd Gatsby
Art Deco font, check. Art Deco glassware, check. Art Deco border, check. Art Deco skyscrapers, check. Total lack of originality, check.
I was going to say that at least no flappers were harmed in the making of this cover, but upon closer inspection, that’s not the case. Can you find her? (I’ll wait.)
Yes, that’s her, trapped and naked inside a hexagonal Champagne bubble. No doubt a reference to the pupils of the original cover, but a bit silly nonetheless.
Anyway, the colors are nice.
The title is brutishly set in what might be described as the Tom Buchanan of line and letter spacing.