well maybe

post 100

a century. and it gets marked with the first real, from scratch tv ad i've ever made.

hope it doesn't make you whack the tele on mute and talk to everyone else in the room about how bad tv ads are. you predictable toss.



there is a director's cut. maybe i'll post it someday. it's a lot, shall we say, softer.

its friday

this was taken at my new place of work, the content bar.

its fucken nice here.

and pug friendly.

New Track Coming Soon.

After his accidental arrest and then recent release from a small argentinian prison, Joachim will be releasing a new track.

He states "I have had much time to do thinking and reflections in my 3 and a half days in the jails, and im believing my new song is an encapsulation of this time."

the future, from the past

"MAAK EN LYK SOOS 'N MOTORFIETS!"

so i found this shot of a french bulldog

also referred to as a pug with sonar.
actually i didn't find it. someone else did. then they awarded it a runner-up in some competition. well, not the picture. i imagine they awarded the photographer, someone called taida tarabulas.

pissing all over everyone else

normally i find water sports pretty limp-wristed. or dirty.
but this changes things.

and as kyle would put it, best watched in the splendour of full hd.

stop feeling sorry for yourself

it's probably getting in the way.

i'd be on cell c if trevor had done this

but he didn't.

now get the fuck outta my chair.

i'd like my name in capitals

even though this blog runs the risk of becoming one of those hipster crap piles of other peoples' work. this is almost worth it.

maybe.

this is

wieden+kennedy just being awesome again.

in honour of all that makes no sense

i've posted this.



so that i can brag about 3 loerie nominations. yes you may congratulate konrad and i.

skinny mini pig

in moments of deep personal darkness fueled by endless self-doubt i wonder if doing another pug post on this blog will help.

so. i stopped wondering and did it. now i know that it doesn't help.

a cockney gentleman once informed me of the only difference between a grave and a rut. in a grave, the ends are closer.

oh, well here's two pugs. the little one is only two months old but has already invented the faecal cluster bomb. little genius.





click the images to be transported elsewhwere. i was feeling artistic and cropped them as portrait here. there's a whole landscape world to these images waiting to be discovered at flickr.
and there's two more shots just to spice up an already stinging hot offer.

when i'm really rich one day

my pleasure mike.