Phft...

My kinda humour J

found here

Eat!

We’re doing an agency cookbook.  I think it's a novel idea. Each designer gets to play with their own designs, sculpting the visuals, photo styling and typing up their favourite foodie loves. Ultimately, the book is a concoction of different tastes and styles packaged in a neat and honest little book for our clients to peruse.

Being the agency wordsmith however, means I have to check all the copy.

Eish … all 148 pages of it.

So when it came time for me to write (and design) my own recipe – forgive me if I felt a little exhausted behind the eyes. It was fun though. And I’m pretty stoked with my honest approach. No photoshop filters here Mofos! MasterChef eat your heart out. 

See what I did there..."eat" your heart out. 

"eat" 

ha ha.

Ok bye.

This Pup ...

... is officially the world’s manliest puppy.

He may even be a she, but can you just imagine what manly coolness will follow this little guys life.  

I want him, um, her … it, whatever!

The Dirty, Filthy 30s!

Ooooooh, so with just over two months to go, in true OCD-style, it’s finally time to start planning my 30^th!

That's the sound of the world falling down around me.

Nah, not really – I’m not gonna be a party pooh-per. I'm actually quite keen.

So keen in fact that I’m going to create a mood board for my party plans. In the meantime, here’s a little clue. Mwa ha ha. (insert evil laugh here)