We’ve got to protest against this ish like we are at a occupy sit in! This is not cool, like for really, for really reals this is not cool. We had ninety nine problems but now we have one hundred and one, the two new problems that we have to add to our ever expanding list are the following.
1) The mere existence of the Typography and design of Kevin Devroo and the hand illustration: Line-Valérie Wittig.
2) The mere existence of this design.
That goodness for sideline hateration, it does the soul good to be able to kiss our teeth in the comfort of our ergonomically designed chair. We’re throwing shade on you in comfort – now let us sip our afternoon coffee and sulk in relatively uneasy peace.
This could be our most delicious design envy ever… have you ever seen an edible poster before?!?! ?!?! Our eyes, our freaking eyes! Oh and of course our stomachs to boot… but can we just get back to our eyes… our poor little peepers who’ve had a dose of the design jeepers and creepers.
Not. Happy. Campers…
And worse than that we are now hungry campers too, so thank for nothing Anna Garforth of Crosshatchling, thanks for nothing… you want design beef? Well, you got a whole damn cow! Moo and boo *gives thumbs down and walks off ravenous with envy* we kiss our teeth at your tasty typography! Bah!
Freaking Fantabulous (there is another F word we would like to add but Mother Beyond doesn’t like our potty mouths). But, trust us there is a whole of lot of teeth grinding, obscenities, head banging (and not in the Rock n Roll sense)… and overall agog-ness.
Yeah, we know that agog-ness isn’t a word, but allow us we are having a very distressing moment here. It hurts our hearts that this paper is so freaking dangerously good-looking, it’s like the paper equivalent of Errol Flynn, except it is a one sided, design rapier, swashbuckling incident that we are victims of. So, yeah we don’t even have a hat to throw in the ring. That coffee, we were speaking of… it’s gonna be Irish coffee, heavy on the Irish less of the coffee.
Seriously, our design career is leading us to alcoholism or a drug habit… whichever one is going to take the edge off Megan Sorson, what did we do to deserve this level of design related malevolence and violence.
There we were in our favourite air balloon, powered by the hot air of our over inflated hubris. We did the strut of million pimps, we did the dougie, and we attempted to moonwalk… because we were just so damn full of ourselves and our design hotness.
But, after looking at these lovelies, created by Gerhard van Wyk from This Pencil and photographed by Maike of Love made me do it (well we believe hateration made you do it!) yesterday night our mood became as flaccid as Hugh Hefner without those blue pills for heart conditions that have an interesting/surprising side effect for the end user. *looks around no one has told us off yet* guess well shall proceed, and continue.
Ahem, as we were saying so one moment flying high, the next moment brought lower that the current credit rating of Italy and Greece combined *finger snaps* yes we do current affairs, yo! Anyhoo, we do not seek to make comic capital of the world’s current affairs that would be wrong, what we will say is that this made us want our little eyes plucked from our skulls. We were all like ‘Out vile jelly’ like we were Cornwall to Gloucester.
We hate other designers… especially when they make stuff that is So. Damn. Cutiful!!!
We are on a spurious trip… shall, proceed and continue… gotta have a little of the Roots, maybe hearing BlackThought lay it down will help us to get over the design pain. *lies on the floor and cries excessively* We’re artists and we get highly emotional about our ish.