Oooh wee, the only thing that is clearing the stickiness of pollen in our little design eyes is the proliferation of tears that are cascading out of our peepholes. *sigh* doesn’t this make you want to cry – oh look at you, over there crying with laughter at the rivulets of snot running down our mediocre faces (we give ourselves a safety seven peeps).
This is all about muted prettiness and a Tiffany blue that is making us blue. Hell in our case is less general than other people; more specifically it is other people. LSDK (we presume stands for lasciviously sick design knowledge).
*kicks laptop and slams the door*
The graphic design glory goes to: LSDK
People getting together, that spark of love, the iridescent shiny happiness of those near and dear to you when they open the invitation that you have carefully crafted – you see none of that makes us happy.
How dare talented people steal clients that don’t even know that we exist – the pain, the excruciating a pain that wrenches our souls and fills us with agony is more than our wretched little spirits can spare. Unbearable, lacerating our hearts, and our eyes… our design dreams, murdered by someone’s ‘pretty pixels’
They met working together whilst work at a newspaper, this won newspaper of the month award with the News Paper Club, Lydia Lapinski, your award winning invites that you created for you nuptials have sent us on a vaycay to funny turn central. Only gazing at some Saul Bass and smelling salts will revive our dented egos.
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From the heart of Indonesia, and striking us like a dagger through the heart is the florid invitation of beauty from the design mind of by Cempaka Surakusumah. We keep trying to pretend that this doesn’t exist, but what is the use *throws hands up in the air*.
Flowery goodness, cute envelope, great typography… you know if we didn’t have snark, sarcasm, and our wit to get by on we’d starve to death. *sigh* So, we’ll be pouting – in fact we’ve been pouting so much that in the later years of our life we may need jaw realignment to put right all the damage done to us physically by design envy.
We’ll collect the down payment from Cempaka Surakusumah to get our faces did – envy is not making us look hot right now.
The photographic glory goes to: Cempaka Surakusumah
Oh Thursday you are the best day of the week, you fill us with brio because of the anticipation of Friday and Saturday, yet none of the manic depressive apathy with which we sullenly greet Monday and Tuesday with.
Well, at least it was the best day of the week; it is only surpassed in length by for the lifespan of a gastrotrich. We went from feeling as feisty as Lucy Watson, to a quivering and jabbering Louise Thompson (and you can judge us all you like for the analogy but we love Made In Chelsea, the acting is on par with Eastenders – and it’s a visual look book of London Town… loads of places have been added to ‘need to eat’ there due to the shenanigans of the MIC crew.)
So the source of our unhappiness a designer who despite being monikered Smitten On Paper, we are not smitten with them at all. Take out a ‘t’ and lop and an ‘n’ and you are left with what we would like to do. Smite thee Smitten on Paper, smite thee! So, for ruining our dreams of the cool side the pillow, cereal milky goodness (Coco Pops is usually ichiban as it makes the milk go brown). But you killed our dreams before we even had the chance to sleep and wake up. Smitten we no like you. *gives the super stink eye*