the agency where i cut my teeth has always known how to throw a party, and this was one of their finer moments. drinks of the evening were tanqueray10 and tonic, which is like juicy herb goodness, and don julio – in shooters, in hair, on the floor.
James and Alistair giving out words and swords.
colleagues and close, close friends.
a lonely passenger on a bus, ross chowles from jupiter drawing room:
on the floor with my ex-boss jenny
joanie and jono, rocking out
megan strat planner extraordinaire and nicky rush
jen and tracey kirsten from brandhouse
jody and linton
mark kisses anina’s burgeoning belly
alistair talking to a dress i really like
it’s sue! and that guy from kj joburg…
robyn – my old desk mate / art director / fellow security god – and me
devin tells a junior not to get so drunk
the willoughby took of his clothes
and haydn managed to fall asleep in a corner of the agency, though this time it looks like he came prepared.