You know the thunderous rain that rolled across South East London is equivocal to the pain that we feel in this moment. Wendy Bell is bringing an insane amount of design pain this morning – whilst the others amongst you are quivering under your desks because you don’t like the cry of thunder.
We’ll just settle for hiding under our desks as we want to cry, sigh and sulk. Wendy Bell Designs – but we kind of hope that it isn’t for much longer.
The photographic and design envy goes to: Wendy Bell Designs
So here we are hotter than Southern Cali at the moment – hot like fire! Vintage spurious Aaliyah… why not? What happened was we were merrily eating a Calippo and building a juice reserve at the bottom of the tube to knock back like a tequila shot;once we had done our demolishing of the icy pole (that is not a euphemism, so you can get your dirty minds out of the gutter).
*Ahem* We were enjoying a little bit of icy fun in the sun, however as with all of these things they start off well and dissipate into a sad soliloquy about how are eyes, souls and spirits have been assaulted by some graphic designers invitation shenanigans.
We saw this… go on scroll down and take in the full unrelenting evil of this *gnashes teeth* design from Jonathan Quintin you’ve given us the perfect alibi we required to imbibe Pimm’s with double Vodka chasers. At our Beyond Beyond Graphic Designers Anonymous meeting… we’ll have a whole lot to say about you.
The design glory goes to: Jonathan Quintin
It had us at metallic gold inks and hearts – oh me oh my how we love this pretty piece from The Paper Cub. A nice way of saying thank you after the day? What you do you mean hypocrisy? Oh, you mean design envy – we normally specially reserve that for wedding suites.
However, The Paper Cub gets a paper pass it’s like a ghetto pass – but with better kerning and no hip hop entitlement.
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