Yes. Yes, yes, yes. I’m doing this from now on and I don’t even care about Wall Street. I just hate junk mail.
I have no idea if it actually works out like they say in the video but it does seem like fun.
Yes. Yes, yes, yes. I’m doing this from now on and I don’t even care about Wall Street. I just hate junk mail.
I have no idea if it actually works out like they say in the video but it does seem like fun.
At 4:29, Sir John Hegarty of BBH makes a great point.
Mother New York recently relocated their offices, and rather than just do a simple move and renovation, they dressed the hoardings outside their new premises to advertise a multitude of different Mother businesses – Mother Rare Animal Hot-Dogs, Mother Cosmetic Surgery for Pets, Mother Insect Funerals and Mother Transsexual Moustache Clipping. It wasn’t just the hoardings either; they staged tastings, created ads, and interviewed passersby on what they thought of the new stores about to join their neighbourhood.
“It is an endangered species but we say ‘Fuck Orangutans’”
Nice one, Mother.
Introducing a small side project inspired by my little baby boy, @bubbaccino. Currently the collection consists of just a few bibs but I do hope that Art By Baby will continue to grow, along with my baby.
Epically cool film by Jim Campbell for Nike. It started as a contribution for a Nike sponsored art project that “challenged the function of shoes” however Jim failed to make the deadline. Luckily, he finished it in his own time and this is the result.
Picking up a bronze pigeon for the Chux campaign.
Government advertising for causes (i.e. anti drugs, anti-drinking, road safety, etc.) will never work, at least not in Australia and not with the current par for course. The campaigns are approached with the political agenda of both client and agency held front and centre, where the goal isn’t to solve the problem, but to let the public know that money is being spent on the problem. It sure is one good reason to hate our industry.
Life is not linear, practical or predictable. If everything we did as human beings had rational purpose, we would need do little more than wake up in the morning, locate food and water and then go back to sleep. Such is the life of a newborn baby. The thing is, after a few days, a baby will begin to expand its horizons ever so slightly. Its eyes will begin to focus on its mother’s chin, he or she will see dust as it falls from nowhere on the ceiling to somewhere on the floor. Days will soon become weeks and the evolution will continue. Eventually the baby will reach the age of you or I, where it will be greeted with a choice, does it just locate food and water before going back to sleep or does it choose to do something more?
A trip to a reenactment festival in the Blue Mountains. Fun? No, not really. Interesting? No, not really. Weird? Yep.
I was just reading a Fast Company article about Facebook and the creator of one of it’s most popular apps – Farmville. And I started to wonder… actually, before I start to explain my wondering, I must admit that I’ve never used Farmville and I’ve stopped it from appearing in my News Feed because it annoys me. Anyway, I started to wonder, what if this became a little more real life based? What if Farmville actually charged your credit card to buy crops, food, animals, water, etc. – keep it cheap – and this money was then given to people of third world countries who can’t afford it, so that they can build their own farms? Isn’t this a step technology and games should be taking? To live in the real world with the digital world acting as a facilitator?
Sitting at the table and you look so alone.
Lost amongst the joy as the room goes on.
We see through your gaze, see through your quiet.
Love hasn’t passed you but you can no longer find it.
A lifetime of service, life’s journey shared.
Where’s your role now? With whom do you share?
Be sad not, grand lady, we all still love you.
As you sit smiling through sad eyes,
Leaving a void in the room.
An extract from my journal during our 2010 trip to the US. To set the scene: NYC, the day after Christmas, and it’s been raining all day.
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Back to the streets and eventually back to the hotel. We debate about dinner for a while – order in (only menu we have is for Otto’s Pizzeria) or venture out? The thought of pizza again has us venturing out into the rain and on to Sammy’s Noodle Bar. MASSIVE dishes. I finished mine, Jonelle ate about a quarter of hers. We doggy-bagged the rest and looked for a homeless person on our way home.
Almost right out the front of our apartment and finally someone asks for money – “Excuse me sir, can you spare some change?”
“Sorry, I don’t have any. Would you like some food?” as I offer the Chinese.
“No. I’m homeless, I just want some money for the metro so I can get home.”
There’s something wrong with that statement. “We haven’t got any but you’re welcome to this.”
“What is it?”
“Chinese.”
“What type?”
“Noodles with chicken and vegetables.”
“What sauce?”
“Don’t know. It’s pretty mild though.”
“Have you eaten from it?”
“No. This is extra that we couldn’t eat.”
“So you haven’t eaten from this dish? It’s not your scraps?”
“No, we haven’t touched it.”
“Ok, I’ll take it. Thank you for being so kind. Have a good evening.”
Fuck you, fussy fucker. That was too hard. Next time I’ll just thrown it in the bin and let you fetch it from there.
A three week trip to LA, Vegas and New York.
A 3 week trip to Aix en Provence, Varenna (Lago di Como), Florence, Rome and Paris.