The end of the old Republic

One of our country's most influential, innovative and copied design agencies is dead. Even the mighty Designer's Republic was not safe in these uncertain economic times and after a few key clients have fled and untimely tax bills have dropped on the table, they have decided to close shop. Its founder Ian Anderson has spoken about the decision in this weeks Creative Review and mentions that maybe this was a natural end and a blessing in disguise, as the agency had become more account management based, instead of the original off the wall creative ethos. It's a shame, but I suspect Pheonix's will rise from the ashes.

The Designers Republic have had a huge influence on me from even their earliest years and along with a select few others (Peter Saville, Saul Bass, Julian Opie) encouraged me to follow an education and career (eventually) in Graphic Design. Their exposure in the youth culture I was immersed in at the time i.e. indie/electro music; console games; packaging; cultural magazines; festivals, were so perfectly timed for me. Waiting for the next PWEI record to come out was nearly as exciting for the cover artwork as the music - I loved it...and don't get me started on the T-Shirts - I can't look at a Pepsi logo without seeing my more favoured DR bastardisation! The sleek fluid post-fonts, bold tracking forms and layering, elegant detailing, vivid palette, love of symmetry, rotation and movement - all of it is such a visual feast. If you aren't familiar with their stuff I strongly recommend spending 20mins looking at an amazing body of work.

On to other things. Well, I'm sort of hibernating a bit, and sort of keeping busy and getting back out there at the same time - looking after myself, but also very much thinking of others. Friends and family have been and continue to be brilliant and I am so grateful I can't say. No need to say too much more, mainly out of respect for others and secondly because it won't be productive, cathartic or interesting for anyone else to read. Maybe at a date in the future I will return to all this and feel the need to talk about it on this blog - maybe not. 

Bad Film Club

Had to blog a top night that was shared with myself, da Maria, Rus and Richard yesterday. Trotted down to The Barbican after work for Bad Film Club. A simple concept really - show a really terrible film, have two comedians (Nicko and Joe) sit at the front with laser pointers ripping it to shreds, get the audience to join in, pass round free sweets and let everyone drink booze as well. Genius. Basic Instinct 2 was on the menu tonight, and it is indeed unspeakably rubbish, so much so they even let Stan Collymore have a cameo (possibly the most unconvincing screen death ever). Great night and I laughed...a lot... for probably the first time in a couple of months. Felt better and got to work at 8am with a heavy head, but a wee skip in my step. A long day of rush-designing (wow factor according to the brief) exhibition stands took the skip slightly out of my step, but I still kept chuckling to myself. A bit sad face again tonight, but tomorrow is Friday which is officially a good thing.

Che - Part One

Last night I went to the flicks on my own for the first time in longer than I can remember - a bit weird at first as was probably the only person there 'unaccompanied', but quite enjoyed zoning out and losing myself in the visual treat that awaited. Che - Part One is Stephen Soderbergh's fantastic story (the first part anyway) of Ernesto 'Che' Guevara's journey from young politically conscious Argentine Doctor to iconic revolutionary and freedom fighter. What a brilliant film - peppered with so much detail, absorbing cinematography and passionate, inspiring characters. Benicio Del Toro is just brilliant, as is Demian Bichir as the hyper-driven Fidel Castro. The strength of spirit and belief in a cause for the common good of a people I have rarely seen in a film. I loved the huge sweeping shots of the Cuban jungle (hmm...itchy feet) and Che's commanding, yet humbling address at the UN. A life affirming and heart warming story of a collective dream becoming reality through self believe, sacrifice, fight and passion. Amazing stuff - 9/10.

2008

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times;

It was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness;

It was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of light;

It was the season of darkness, it was the season of hope;

It was the winter of despair, we had everything before us...

Charles Dickens, A tale of two cities.

The section of the above passage neatly sums up my year. Those who know me will also know the score. Those who don't will be spared the tedium of reading about it. 

Onward into 2009 and a Happy New Year to you and yours.

Verona Exposure

The lovely people at Schmap have asked to use one of my photos for the sixth edition of their Verona Guide. Thanks for the exposure guys!