We are doing the ‘Love to hate you’ running man in the office today – that kind of means doing a print out of our least favourite designer friends work and stomping all over it in a rhythm powered by petulance. The person who has earned this bit of angry hotstepping is the talented *grrr* Abigail Warner with these paper pretties.
Abigail *rolls eyes dramatically* is an incredibly talented stationery designer (yes, we are super loathe to admit but we will!) With a brand new spanking website, and serious new design sway… we are kind of dying inside. But, the paper pretties are to die for (if you want to buy) and to cry for (if like us you are overflowing with envy) - Her stinkingly lush shop of paper-liciousness is right here.
With the sickness of Hayfever, Ebola and whatever antibiotic resistant infection is floating around in the ether. These invites from Behold Designz are sick in the sweetest way possible. And we’ve used the word sweet but our design feelings are less then saccharine when it comes to the kerning machinations of Behold Designz… they make us grrrr like a wounded beast being hunted down at night on a Safari (we are being a bit general with beast we can’t quite decide whether we’d like to be a Wildebeest or a Springbok – we’ll confirm our choice after lunch)
However, it’s a rather unfair family affair with Behold Designz being the comely brain baby of Kirstin and Lily; it’s like a WWE double team – with Kirstin creating the beautiful hand painted illustrations in Australia, and Lily being the evil digital mastermind over in the US of A.
How do we hate them… let us count the ways… *le sigh with a tear in our eye*
Images from Behold Designz
We have instated a ritual when we do design envy – we play the ‘Drank’ game, despite swimming pools being a somewhat cautionary tale about what happens when you imbibe too much grappa, vino, and whatnot.
We look at other creatives work and each time we hear the word drank it becomes ‘Petron o’clock’; it’s filled with tears; torment, regurgitation and it always end with us wondering why we didn’t make the pretties and start playing Mr Kendrick Lamar on full volume. It’s not a wise game and we may have to think about having an emergency fund dedicated to liver replacement or we might have a mini fundraiser a la Comic Relief, only it will be called Beyond Beyond relief and all funds can go towards counselling and Art therapy.
So, what evil images of design beauty are keeping us company whilst we play the drank game? What is the kerning that is giving us a yearning to ‘drank’ the pain away?
It is this sweet suite from Starry Night Paperie, who depressed us so much that the only stars we saw were those of a hangover variety. This exquisite (we are wincing over that admittance) which was designed for Amy & Marcus mixes a Moroccan pattern and super nice detailing.
So *sigh* why don’t you head to their site *sigh* and go and see what other cool things they’ve done *sigh*. As for us… time for us to emotionally and psychologically damage ourselves… let the drank game commence!
Paper from Starry Night Paperie
If the garden of the soul is watered with tears then we have probably just about managed to cultivate a rainforest. A few years back there was a trend in Japan called around crying clubs where people would go to a club and cry their little hearts out, we have established one such club in London – it is the club of design envy, with a special designated pity party table for one.
So, here we are sobbing with the emotion of an ex-factor finalist, recounting their rags to riches or supermarket to small screen journey – complete with poignant music (cue R Kelly’s I believe I can fly), except we aren’t achieving a dream – just dissolving into a design nightmare; and the nexus of a our agony is the work of Quill and Fox.
So much for joy, so much for believing in our creative gifts, how about feeling emotionally destroyed by the design skills that we wish we had to pay the bills. Quill and Fox, it is official we a drinking a mix of haterade and novacane – while our pupils slowly boil in a soup of our eye water. We hate you!