who am i? why am i here? why don’t i capitalise my ‘i”s when i am a writer? why do i even bother logging on every day? does my life have meaning? should i pay off a MacBook over 36 months or just put it on my credit card?
2 Alex's. United in a name on facebook. One disguised as a blonde, one disguised as a Mallix. Enough to make you add Jesus as a friend.
kidding y’ulle. it’s not all that bad. i should count my blessings:
1) My new client-service hair cut. Now I can move effortlessly through all agency divisions. Clients like me more. My boyfriend likes me more. Shop assistants are kinder to me because they think ppl who blowdry their hair have money to spend during this tough ol’ recession.
2) My facebook friends. My facebook friends are the best. They are always there when I need them. If I ever have a status crisis, they comment on it in seconds. Some even use the new ‘I like this’ button. I am blessed y’ulle.
3) My family of brands. Without them, I would be no one. My Reebok shoes keep me grounded and remind me ‘I am who I am’. My Nike Gym Sweats remind me to ‘Just do it’ instead of sleeping late. My Renault Yaris reminds me to shake my environmental booty on a daily basis. I am so blessed.
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Feeling very inspired today so am going to use my highly developed sense of empathy to ‘change my course’ and ‘become an art director’.
I am an Art Director: a poem by a copywriter
I am an Art Director
My world is visual, my eyes have visions,
I have crows feet from squinting at the colourful, spinning MacBook Sun,
The glow on my cheeks is blue,
I dream in Hi-Def LCD (hate dead pixels,they’re the worst).
I am an Art Director,
I am too lazy to brainstorm a visual brief with my copywriter.
I would rather just ‘get it out the way’,
So I can browse thru ffffound.com,
and scan in my Holga Lomo Action Sampler prints.
I am an Art Director,
I failed Matric, but nobody cares about qualifications in advertising.
Bummer, since I paid R10 million extra to get a ‘degree’:
Wish someone had told me.
I am an Art Director,
I have lots of coffee table books
That I purchased at the Exclusive Books Summer Sale.
I still have a red beanie from that time I watched The Life Aquatic
and vowed to never wear anything that wasn’t red, white or teal ever again (it was just a phase).
I am an Art Director,
My fingers move over my mac keyboard like a DJ.
I am a visual DJ. But not a V-Jay. Or a vaJayJay. God is a DJ. I am a visual God.
My favourite author is Hunter S. Thomson.
The only author I have ever read is Hunter S. Thomson, even though that one writer chick I went out with wouldn’t shut up about Charles Bukowski.
I am an Art Director,
I designed my own tattoo, which is why it looks like shit.
I designed my girlfriend’s tattoo, too.
We both pretend it doesn’t look like shit.
If you like we can meet at Vida and brainstorm a logo for an electro label.
Add me on facebook.
I’ll make you look hot.
Nice grade.
Bro.
An art director has breakfast.
An art director's lounge.
An art director's house (they get paid waaay less than copywriters).
Female art directors make nests in which to give birth to their young art directors.
An art director's hat.
A young art director with its mother.
An art director filing its tax returns.
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