People who Take Pictures of Pictures

Welcome back, readers. Or perhaps it is you who should be welcoming me back.

You see, I’ve just returned from a bank-balance defying two week vacation in Amsterdam and Paris, where I gorged myself on wine, food, wine, culture, wine, art, wine and wine.

Without boring the ever-loving shit out of you with intricate details about the museums and sites I visited, or sharing my hideously overexposed holiday snaps, I’ll get straight to the bit where I run my mouth and complain about the worst part of all of those beautiful places:

People who take pictures of pictures.

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10 Ways to Nap Like a Boss

A Freelancer’s Guide to Sleeping on the Job 

“You could write a book about napping,” says David as we complete our evening walk around the neighbourhood- a habit that we might soon have to forego when winter saps away the day time.

He’s trying to be mock me, but Jesus, he’s right.

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Dan Does an Art for Us

About 2 weeks ago I almost had a full-on mental breakdown when, while scrolling through Rdio (the rich man’s Grooveshark), I discovered that Neil Finn would be performing live in London in just 2 months’ time.

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Michelle dos Santos- Freelance Art Director

I have worked with Jade over the last five years, at two different companies and across a range of different clients. Despite the variety of subject matter, the different communication needs and the sometimes bizarre requests, Jade has always brought creative solutions to the table. Her brilliant mind and great work ethic make for a powerful combination of strategist, concept developer, project manager and wordsmith.

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The Imperial System is Shitty and Stupid

I was just thinking the other day that it’s been a while since I’ve written something that offended and polarised thousands of people, so I figured it was about time to write another angry, poorly-researched, opinion-driven rant.

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The Sozzled Spendthrift and the case of the Mysterious Baubles

“Whose hideous earrings are those?” I asked, my head feeling like I’d left it in a vice all night, my mouth tasting like I’d just gargled with Thai toilet water.

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You Can’t Please All of the People All of the Time

Back when I was a kid, there was a story about an old man, his son and a donkey. No, not, ‘Mr. Hands’, you sick fucks. I’m talking about some Aesop-fable, next-level, parable shit.

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