My copywriter partner Ben bought me these glasses from RG Madden who imported them from MoMA New York who were selling them on behalf the Frank Lloyd Wright Foundation. I'm not too sure if Frank actually designed them, but they're awesome. And it's getting adamant by the minute how everyone perceives me as a designfag.
Update: this morning I woke up remembering our old cups at home shared the same design. Knowing that the design was probably a bit hit during the art deco era, I left home realising my new glass is in fact, tacky and uncool for today.
That I've got another cookbook for present. Also another teapot, a coffee pot, and a lot of chocolates.
The agency gets cake whenever there's a birthday. Upon choosing mine, I realised I'm the sort who would make personal sacrifices for the general good. Even though I was extremely curious at the flourless carrot cake with poppy seeds, I knew the whole agency would prefer the giant chocolate ganache.
And then people I've never knew existed showed up to sing half a birthday song.
Cast of Harvard's Birthday dinner 2008.
Thank you guys.
My mom chose them for me.
Johnson Banks has started a series exploring how we always end up at the same place and whether breaking the mould is possible. Don't miss his take on how the 2016 Olympic logos went to shit because of the 2012 London hiccup. I hope Chicago wins so that we can have Judge Dredd parading in his rainbow suit.
You know it's great copywriting.
When the line starts with 'LET'S PARTY!!!'
This is for Tohm.
Been working on an overall master brand tagline for this client. Somehow I managed to convince my partner to present this to the Executive Creative Director.It should happen in 10 minutes time. Wish me luck.
Updated: It didn't get through. But the ECD laughed real hard. At least the reaction was a postive one.
Iron chef moment.
Had nothing to work on upon Ying Yi's visit but 4 pieces of salmon in the fridge. And she actually thought I knew what I was doing.
Who knows you can create happiness with just prawns, eggs, spring onions, soy sauce, sesame oil and sugar?
The tiny copy on the side says 'With ANZ Small Business anything is possible'. No cans were harmed in the making. Cows, not so sure.
New face on the block.
Rapp Collins is now RAPP. Our name cards no longer look like they belong to real estate agents.
Had half an hour to spare before bedtime on Sunday and quickly did a I don't know what of my name in Dingbat font. Tohm tricked me into designing his report yesterday and sadly that was the most creative thing I've done for quite some time. As a real life simulation that must've been the most experimental and organic designer-client experience. I didn't really disagree with the client's decision and the client couldn't really give a shit as long as it wasn't too colourful. Pretty simple minded. Oh and we had m&m's.
What have you done for me lately?
More Pacific Island stuff for foreign exchange.
The shoot was actually in Chinatown and the man's head was retouched in and you can see the art director in the reflection if you try hard enough.
Funny how I only realised the irony until then.
Watch out for sticky seats.
Is it me, or this headline is just a little dirty and suggestive?
Celebration of 'Duh'.
From The Age on Monday.This is the sort of stupidity that I admire.