Sunday, 13 February 2011
Saturday, 26 June 2010
So the group stages are over & we've had our fill of upsets, bad referees & fake injuries. Just before the real football gets under way (& England's new coach arrives to take them to the airport) here's a quick visual summary of the results so far. The bottom one is an animated overview of the half-time/full time scores. Click to see the full size versions & the animation.
Monday, 15 March 2010
A wee bit of (miniature) set design & photography to promote Mattel's new range of Barbie Basics. The new Barbies come with a stylish vintage little black dress & are to be promoted alongside this years Cannes Film Festival. Hence the vintage looking balcony shot. For the record I did quite enjoy playing with a Barbie & I'm ok with that. I'm engaged now so I'm allowed to flirt with my feminine side.
Saturday, 13 March 2010
Printemps de Bourges is a music festival held in the spring in Bourges (no prizes for working that one out). The festival's principal selling point is their devotion to new bands, new talent & new discoveries. It's not your average festival made up of the usual top 40 artists. I took this discovery as the starting point for my poster. All the information about the festival is written in type too small to read with the naked eye, however the attached magnifying glass should come in handy.
Tasked with creating something to share 'my Paris' with the people of this bonnie city, I have created 'The Montparnasse Sheep'. The project is focussed on the pre-determined, automatic way in which the inhabitants of my quartier are forced to walk, both by the less than careful motorists (I witnessed 3 car accidents in my first week) & by the ridiculous amount of barriers & bollards lining every street. Five posters were created with the people of the streets replaced by sheep before putting the posters back into the street that they portrayed & looking out for reactions. From the feedback given in the street I have fashioned a wee book, samples of which can be seen below. The older residents were particularly responsive, I think perhaps sadly recalling the days when they had much more liberty. Sad times indeed.