Yes, as indicated it is a Wes Anderson Film Festival. Currently only in conceptual stages, but I see no reason why it couldn’t be.
Props to you Alex Cornell. I only wish (like with so many things in my life) that it wasn’t hypothetical. Take over the world with well designed words.
Not particularly long ago very dearfriends of mine bought me a book called Face Food, Christopher D Salyers book on child-like naivete. My favourite type of naivete.
The book documents the visual creativity of Japanese bento boxes, beautifully crafted artistic masterpieces composed of rice, nori, bread, vegetables… absolutely anything edible, really. While the artistry is certainly outstanding, what touched me most about these bentos was the stories behind them. Mothers arising at 4.30am in order to prepare these boxes for their children. Children who could not eat their food were it not shaped into their favourite anime character. And the desperate yearning I felt for the sort of joy that one might get receiving your lunch packed liked this, carefully assembled with the sticky glue of affection and devotion. I have since endeavored to pack my lunches in this fashion, but have miserably failed. It truly is a form of art. So beautiful.
Also looks alarmingly appetising. nom. I miss you :(
I can’t say I am a huge fan of Kanye West. Which is a shame, because he is probably quite a talented artist (sans autotune). But I am a fan of his blog posts, and the repercussions they inspire.
First there was operation humble kanye, orchestrated by the inimitable Steven Colbert (my hero), and now Kanye Webst Week, a homage to all 2.0 related madness by the great man himself. Now, one may argue that Kanye is just misunderstood genius (in fact, i think he argues this all the time), but even he has alluded to the fact that his ego needs to be reined in somewhat. It’s nice to know that all egos are susceptible to audit. Especially as I now work with some particularly big ones. The power of the web will potentially render all as equal (you can’t win, Kanye).
Can’t we all just be nice and polite, people, and don’t you know that TYPING IN CAPS MAKES IT SEEM LIKE YOU ARE SHOUTING?
In an earlier life when I still believed in the magic of words, I wanted to be Carol Ann Duffy, I just didn’t know who she was yet. Years later I was introduced to her via her poem Valentine, and I am yet to find anyone else who quite compares to her. Well known in the UK, she is something of a celebrity over there, and I despair of not having the opportunity to savour her work in school when I was far more innocent and thus receptive to the power of lyricism. Still, her poetry brought back dizzying memories of why writing and words mean so much to me.
This week Duffy has been confirmed as the next poet laureate, the first ever woman to hold this position. But I like to think if it as less a celebration of women than a celebration of her incredible talents. Let’s hope such stardom doesn’t go to her head and aleviate any inspirational agony.
The objective was to apply my own ‘critical opinion’ to different ads, stating why I liked or disliked different campaigns, backed up with ‘sound reasoning’. And this is where it started to fall down. See, opinion sounds a bit like onion and reasoning sounds like seasoning, and before I knew it I was completely distracted by the thought of food and couldn’t concentrate at all on the ads. Needless to say, I submitted my article this morning and eagerly await their feedback (aka brutal editing or complete failure to include). We’ll see. Perhaps they will be forgiving. I am just a novice after all. I shall post scans here when published, but don’t get too excited.
And now for something nicer. This is new math. Much better than old math.
Created by Craig Damrauer. This one is dedicated to nicholas.
Unfortunately I imagine that this is poignantly relevant to all creative organisations. All aboard the train to the CCO. Via Fubiz. Thank you for brightening my day despite speaking french.
For easter we went on a magical tour of tasmania, where we ate and drank like kings. I’ll post some pics soon, and I send many many loves to our hosts. It was beautiful and oh so decadent. And coming back to work was oh so hard.
But then I found these. It’s just packaging, but I am hoping a handbag might be the natural progression. How wonderfully fruity and fabulous. Please, I want. I would be the finest fruit in all the land.
As you will know, I recently began a new career in advertising with GPYR. It is not half as glamourous as one might think, but working with a number of dangerously creative people can have its perks. And its fails. But variety is the spice of life.
We recently launched this new ad for smart energy, junk ballet.
Not the best ad I have ever seen (currently this) but it is still good fun. More interesting though is that it took me four viewings to work out that my cousin stars in the ad (it is he who plugs the cables together). This is an uncanny coincidence. The boy gets around.
Big ups to Thomas. He is also a keen publisher, a life I lived in one of my previous careers.
So now I have worked in magazine publishing, book publishing, as a journalist and a copy editor, and here I am as an adevrtising executive. One can’t but help hope that I am getting closer to the right career. My dream is to get into strategic communications, mostly in digital spaces. I’ll be updating my progress right here. Keep an eye.
Pointed out to me on the weekend, a young man in israel has spent three months remixing youtube. No mean feat.
Being a huge fan of remix culture spawned from the evolution of the web, this becomes even more impressive when you realise no effects have been added (besides a heady amount of splicing and syncing) and all of the videos used are essentially home made, many recorded with devices available to many of us in our own lives, homes, dens, burroughs etc.
Some are better than others, but all are spectacular. He makes it look too easy.
Unfortunately I imagine that this is poignantly relevant to all creative organisations. All aboard the train to the CCO. Via 
