Hot Rod is a beautiful magazine, it focuses on music and art and is made in Oslo. I was asked to do some work for it’s Norwegian talent issue in which they featured Mungolian Jetset.

It won in Website – Content & Design

This is a project I art directed and designed as my parting shot at magneticNorth. It was built by the talented team at mN in partnership with the BBC. I did the art direction, concept sketches, the little character, lots of UX and the landscape, I chose Danny Brown to do the gorgeous generative flowers and he did some magic voodoo.

I have resisted bragging about all the awards it has won but it was such a labour of love I may as well list them all here as payback for all the sleepless nights. So in no particular order: FWA, Pixel Awards, Adobe Y, IVCA Clarion and now a BIMA. Other stuff I do wins awards… maybe I will post that (one day when I can be arsed).

Here’s a pic of the work.

What’s so good about love anyway? Are you acting mad? Watching DVD’s on a Saturday night? Wearing clothes you previously thought were rubbish? Pretending to like football or shopping or Games Workshop or early Floyd (delete as applicable)? Thinking about moving to the country? Getting a cat? Yes… sometimes romantic ain’t the fantastic. If you find yourself slipping into this quagmire of insanity that is LOVE , especially at this incendiary time for all things fluffy they call Valentines day follow these simple rules for self preservation.

Rule number one: NEVER LOOK AT A SUNSET WITH YOUR OBJECT OF DESIRE. Thousands of years of filmic cliche have programmed the human brain to believe this is when you are falling in love. Look away when it’s blazing red, purple and pink… when it’s all black it’s ok to look… but be really careful of THE STARS (see rule number two).

Rule number two: NEVER LOOK AT THE STARS WITH YOUR OBJECT OF DESIRE. There’s some kind of voodoo you can’t control when the stars come out. If one shoots across the sky then you’ve no chance. Give up now and check the internet for the best mortgage deals.

Rule number three: NEVER DRINK ONE OR TWO GLASSES OF CHAMPAGNE WITH THE OBJECT OF YOUR DESIRE. This can lead to all kinds of irrational, gooey type stuff. You may feel warm inside, you may also be great company… witty, attractive and charming. If this happens keep on drinking but switch to Snakebite, all these positives quickly invert and you will become bullish, arrogant and vulgar and also completely unloveable.

Rule number four: AVOID THE MUSIC OF THE ACOUSTIC WHILST WITH THE OBJECT OF YOUR DESIRE. A lonesome guitar being gently strummed by a beautiful, tortured young man or woman will only lead to trouble. You will experience emotions that you simply can’t handle. Don’t attempt this.

Rule number five: NEVER USE CANDLES WHILST WITH THE OBJECT OF YOUR DESIRE. A persons face may be a craggy ole spade but in candlelight it is transformed into a vision of utter beauty. Put the BIG LIGHTS on and think hard before you light up.

Rule number six: ALWAYS KEEP AT LEAST A METRE AWAY FROM THE OBJECT OF YOUR DESIRE. You’re a soft machine and sometimes your wiring goes haywire.

Rule number seven: NEVER EXCHANGE MIXTAPES WITH THE OBJECT OF YOUR DESIRE. “oh my god I can’t believe we are so alike, I love that record toooooo!” you squeal with delight as you struggle against the forces of fate that has brought you in touch with your soulmate. WAKE UP DUH-BRAIN! Everbody loves that record, that’s why it was number one for 8 weeks in 1973.

Rule number eight: ALWAYS… NO NEVER GO TO PLACES OF IMMENSE NATURAL BEAUTY WITH YOUR OBJECT OF DESIRE. Mountains, lakes, fjords, sweeping vistas are only for those who like to have their heart broken. Play it safe and check out the local shopping precinct.

So there you have it. A foolproof guide.

More bragging, although my Saturnine nature never lets me truly relish this kind of thing.

I am going to be listed in The Observer as one of the UK’s rising talents, I am now officially part of The Future 500 network which connects people who are best in field whether that be in design, art, business, technology or whatever. So best in field is where I’m at. I’m literally all over that!

Pass the Courvoisier as Busta might say.

My site has crashed into the Top 40, at number 36 in the Design Charts!

I am pleased to be in such illustrious company as Jonathon Harris (disclaimer – possibly by the time you read this post I will have dropped out of the chart and you may be wondering what this boast is based on).
Other boasts at this moment in time are that I am going to be speaking at the Liverpool Design Symposium in October 2008, plus for all interested parties Matt Pyke of the amazing Universal Everything is speaking there too.

‘Eat me’, ‘shake me’, ‘hello, I am made of lovely juicy good stuff’, ‘ooooh I am sweet and funny’, ‘put me in the recycling please, as I’m just a little harmless product’.
Yep we’ve all heard it, we’ve all smiled inside at the innovative and engaging ways brands are talking to us now, happy to be a part of the new world consumer order. Low impact? High enjoyment? We’re all friends together, you and me. Me the fab cool greenish product, you the smart moneyed consumer.

But something is sticking in my throat today… something not quite feeling right. When I read those words on the websites, on the products, on the hidden surface of the thing I’ve just bought, telling me how much they ‘loved’ making this thing something feels wrong. What that thing is I’m going to try and set out here because for me the end of the nicey nicey brand is looming large on the horizon. I have been wrong about a lot of future trends (the coolness of comic sans being one) but I think this one is only a matter of time.

There has been a massive increase in this general niceness on the part of brands for the last 5 years, with probably Ben and Jerrys being the ancient precedent for this current vogue of all copy written like a cosy exchange between two happy people. Would you like a nice cuppa? Oh go on then you harmless git.

The happy friendly copy was a breath of fresh air for me especially in a world where we are cowed and swayed by names and corporations barking their messages in the manner of machismo, professionalism and science. The nicey nicey was a bit of light relief in the everyday, conversational and warm, making me feel a little bit closer to the lost past of local shops and local produce that I don’t think I ever really knew.
I liked the charm, and the idea that the people who made the product were all thoroughly decent people who care about me.

But now as the clouds of recession loom on the UK horizon and as we wish that Kirstie Alsop had been a doctor instead of a fffffing presenter we begin to understand that property is not property but in fact peoples HOMES, we begin to understand that credit is not credit but in fact DEBT, and we begin to understand that the climate is not warming up our summers a bit but generally wreaking havoc worldwide. Ahhhh when I was a wee lass we actually had discernible seasons, when it was cold in Winter and hot in Summer instead of perma-April.

So in my current headspace if someone is going to tell me they made something with love, that something better not be a soft drink or a disposable razor or a 2.zero web offering for better networking – what it better be is something a little bit more important.

But brands have never really been the answer to environmental and financial disaster but when the UK populace is edgy, nervous and skint it annoys to have this cloying familiar chat from brands who are without a doubt part of the problem. When the reality bites I can’t abide those who continue to harp on about ‘loveliness’ when I know only too well that I only believed in their loveliness when my life too was lovely. Now I find it all a bit tired, irrelevant to my life, like reaching adolescence while your parents still pat your head as you think “Don’t they know the shit I’m dealing with, why can’t they see what the world is like”.

I’m not advocating branding like Death cigarettes here, but if brands are to have any resonance with the people their message cannot be one of unending niceness and childish talk. If I see one more ‘ooooooh hello’ on a bit of packaging I will light the bonfire.

We all need good companies to make stuff that is worthwhile but don’t lay it on too thick folks because we know you still live or die by your bottom line and this time our bottom line is really at the bottom.

For me and my current work on tone, brand messaging and communications in general I’m going to reign back from the baby talk and remember no-one likes a Polly Anna, if you want to come over as out of touch and oblivious keep on speaking to your customers like they are two, if you don’t then straighten up and fly right as Bob Fossil might say.

Here’s my latest cover work for the release of Eurora by Fjordfunk with Blackbelt Anderson and Brennan Green mixes. Out soon in one of those old fashioned record shops.

I did this using Crayolas, Color Explosion Black Rainbow – available at all good newsagents and shops that sell mainstream stationary for kids.

Bloom – ‘Smart Choices For The Carbon Conscious’ is a project I’ve been working on for a while, and it is now live and kicking, albeit BETA kicking at http://www.bbc.co.uk/bloom/flash.shtml

It’s an mN project produced in partnership with the BEEB and Danny Brown did the flower code magic.
It helps you find things that you can do to help stop climate change. So come on kids FIGHT APATHY… or don’t, whatever. It’s also my last piece of work for magneticNorth as I’m off (Dick Whittington stylee) to new places.

Here’s the new artwork I’ve made for the Mungolian Jetset versus Mari Boine release. This is shortly to be released by Luna Flicks on N.E.W.S

Special shout out to my genuine Viking mask bearer, thanks, no-one could be more ‘ain’t necessarily evil’ than you!

He wears : Mac – Electric Eel eyeshadow, paper mask, neon headband – models own.