Sunday, 15 May 2011

Not much of a horror show

These Hoxton Street Monster Supplies are designed beautifully, from concept, packaging, to copy, by We Made This. Lovely. I'd love to buy the cure for a vague sense of unease.

Pinched from Lovely Package

Saturday, 14 May 2011

The Genesis of Ideas

I've loved Rod Serling and the Twilight Zone since I was a little girl. His stories made my imagination soar, shocked me, scared me, took me places. Here's Rod on the genesis of ideas.

"Writing is the easiest thing on earth. I simply walk into my study, sit down, put the paper in the typewriter. I fix the margins, turn the paper up, and I bleed."

Friday, 13 May 2011

Cheeseburger - Cocaine

Friday the 13th needs some prime NYC rock. (Song from Grand Theft Auto IV Radio Broke).

Thursday, 12 May 2011

Sunday, 8 May 2011

Recovery kits

Ahhhh. How sweet it is when copy and design create loveliness together.

Workday Recovery Kit: Maximum relief from mind-numbing, morale-destroying, and all around miserable day on the job. 

Via Lovely Package 

Saturday, 7 May 2011

Knowledge Map

Marian Bantjes created a map which "refers to the "known" beyond which lie monsters." Lovely.

Thursday, 5 May 2011

Dancing pants

Not sure what this has to do with chocolate, but this latest production from Glass and a Half Full is nicely done. Makes you want to move, not stuff your face with Cadbury's.

Wednesday, 4 May 2011

Inside fridges

There's something about looking inside people's medicine cabinets, fridges and even shopping carts that's fascinating and revealing. Digging photographer's Stephanie de Rouge's series, "In Your Fridge".

Via Fubiz.

Tuesday, 3 May 2011

Everything and nothing

My fingertips reach
for the bright lights,
tear one off
only to find a Christmas bulb,
small, flickering and out of season

Love looks blinding in the distance,
up close a red blinking sign:
Drunk on a feeling
Choking on bile
A bitter film coats
the back of throats

A sweet rock candy
gone sour from sucking
the color no longer a bright pink
but a dull hospital lime green
Hard, small and beady
it rolls around tongues

Love is blinding
When seen from a distance
The longer you stare at the sun
the less you see
Shadows dance behind closed eyes
Black dots hover

Spots burn like cigarettes
into a light, white fabric,
create crusty black and brown holes
Rips in the world
I hold it up to the light
and look through a portal
A round window facing the sea
A calm, immense blanket
of deep, dark blue
covers everything

Until I am so close
Condensation leaves white clouds on the glass
It waits for fingers to draw initials
A flannel gray sheet
subsumes the present
lifts it with a breeze
and light floods in again
so bright it seems dark
and I’m so close
I see nothing and everything at once