When we were kids, we had grand delusions about being graffiti artists of running the streets, bombing trains, and beautiful outlines that we would use to decorate London Town.
Then one fine day, a bit like Basquiat (minus the tragic end) we’d be picked up by some svengali of the art world, have an exhibit at the Louvre and generate enough filthy lucre to allow us the employ of minions would fan us, feed us peeled grapes and at a stretch scratch parts of our anatomy, mainly the nose.
Obviously that dream never happened – if it had somewhere along our illustrious career we would have made these sweet-as invitations, we didn’t of course but David Mubien did – and for that reason we have a whole lot of design hater-ation going on…
Dear Life, you said it would be different in 2014… you lied it isn’t.
*now at this point we would do the selection box sulk, however Christmas tapped out our nom supply… boo!*
The photographic and design glory goes to: David Mubien
This is a bit of a modern wedding graphic wonder – as in we wonder why we are being tortured (albeit exquisitely in a design sense only) by this super sweet suite from Clara Mulligan.
Luckily as we’ve eaten our body weight in chocolate we are still to festively plump and sedated to work ourselves up into a potty mouth or foaming mouth frenzy over these here graphics. It beautiful, bold, embossed (we see that gold and silver going on) and green – and not only is it green it has made us green.
Modernist meets tribal
Our xmas acquired bingo wings won’t allow us to throw shade, we’re too out of shape.
The design glory goes to Clara Mulligan
There are some things that lead you to create a whole lexicon of new swears, and add to the oxford dictionary and this ridiculously amazing (and envy inducing) suite from Kartoe is one step beyond!
Let us begin dissecting the loveliness – we have no idea why we are using the word lovely for something so utterly heartbreaking but it is what it is, something mellowed our usual grumpy cat approved snark.
Die – cutness!!! $%&*#@!!
Foil-stampness that caused eye dampness !!! $%&*#@!!
By the time you add the offset and thermography
Well it makes us Dodo dead…
You that scene in Dracula where Gary Oldman aka Drac lost his mind and started renouncing stuff and having beef with Little Baby Jesus – that’s us right now.
Anyway, since contract design killings aren’t allowed, and we can’t stop awesomeness we will just have to settle for being consoled by side eyeing the screen, and our usual hateful activities with some chocolate for company.
For more incredible (for you) but painful (for us) stationery design – Check + Them + Out
The photographic glory and all round design awesomeness goes to: Kartoe
This is sick
It is life support last will and testament sick…
It is gonna need a defibrillator stat sick…
This is invincible against all forms of antibiotic sick…
This is so sick it made us sick…
(Do you think that we may have overused the word… sick?)
Well, lovelies we are priest give us a dash of holy water whilst we confess our sins and give our souls away to little baby Jesus (who is relatively festive this time of year since despite many years of capitalist lobbying – it is all about the Birthday of J dude this month).
So, what it is that is making us throw in the sweat sodden (cold sweat not B.O sweat) and tear soaked towel.
Well, as ever a couple have decided to team up and superplex us like it was WWF in the days of Randy Savage (we like a bit of vintage) , smacked down like a child reaching for sweets after brushing and flossing at bedtime (presuming that kids floss? Dunno? Someone confirm that random and obscure musing for us. Ta) – by Eka Dwibhakti & Hari Prasetiyo.
We hope that you are so happy and in love that you never design again (see what was backhanded mean) but seriously, this is rather good. So good in fact that it is making us cry, die, and sigh all at once.
Since it is the season we shall imbibe mulled wine and drown our design sorrows; and if it really gets to grim we will eat a mince pie and exit the forever, ever, and ever ever! (Or at least until the afternoon for the last post).
*pours out some mulled liquor and prepares to get a drunken sulk on*
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