This is an invite worthy of a hybrid of The Edvard Munch Scream and the Home Alone Kid, an alphabetically, non mellow yellow invitation that inspires both pain and wonderment at first, second, third and last glance.
It makes us want to contemplate our career, with a barrel of beer (our little maudlin half rhyme, hope it made you laugh – as we are here crying as ever – so much so that we are considering selling our tears back to Thames Water at a profit).
Harrrr + rumph… thanks Post-Mammal, thanks for making our Tuesday a happy one! Our letter will be M for misery, or maybe M for Murder *strokes chin thoughtfully and resurrect design serial killer blue print*
Sugar awww honey, honey…
So sickly sweet and horrendously well designed! Oh the pain, it just won’t stop – we would like to pluck our eyes out, but then that would totally defeat the purpose of our lesser graphic design aims.
All we know for sure is that the only way to get through this pain is going to be with a good cry, and since we believe in abstinence and because our livers have begged us not to imbibe anything fermented to sort out jaded little souls. Nicole Ziegler… there will be a poor wounded soul weeping and comfort eating Krispy Kremes at 4am in the morning, and you will be responsible! Yes, YOU!
We wonder if there is any point in striving for happiness – what is the point of living, breathing and seeing when all you experience is design pain.
*falls to the floor and start whimpering – realises that the floor is dirty and stands up, remembers that life is desolate with nothing to live for and lies on the floor again*
The miscreant, design person of intrigue and interest who is making us leak eye water, and making us want to imbibe fire water is Martiszu Ludvikez of Pajka Studio. In our hearts it a deeper shade of blue than the sky, and cold as any winter… *sigh* Martiszu Ludvikez – we hate you!
So there we were; moseying around the interwebs, viewing the sidebar of shame on a not to be mentioned famous newspaper (it’s a tradition of the Shakespearian kind with that newspaper, like the ‘Scottish Play’ you daren’t say it aloud because there are ramifications and repercussions for doing so).
But, drifting back to the point – there you are having a bit of a jape on the internet, and it always goes wrong when you find a designer. Not so much find, but we have been trying to pretend that the prettiness of Berin Made does not exist.
It makes both our eyes cry and souls sigh, and Berin Made happen to do DIY Projects that appear on Love My Dress (Love My Dress could be part of a blog envy post but that is a whole other story) – harrumphs.
The blues sky is not enough of a palliative for our souls… so well find a way of avenging ourselves on nature, so if you see someone sitting in a park with a magnifying glass torturing ants – it will be us, putting our frustrations to good use. Be grateful, it is the least harmful outlet for our design rage that we could find.
*kisses teeth and almost breaks the laptop screen*