The bronze and the sad.

So, some nice things were happening over the past weeks. And one bad. Let's start with the nice ones to celebrate the bad one at the end. Well, for weeks we weren't allowed to talk about it, when we were, we simply forgot. Because something even more exciting happened, something so exciting that we forgot to tell, as well. The forbidden topic was that Nina and me won a so called bronze world medal at the New York Festivals what is really nice. But what's even nicer and slightly outperformed this award formerly known as "the thing I am not allowed to talk about" was a bronze lion we were awarded at the Cannes Advertising Festival. Nice, isn't it? For one night, though we were not able to go to Cannes, we were the happiest people in our office. Until next morning and the fact that clients care about ROI and give a shit about Cannes. Okay, most clients of us. Most clients of us except the brilliant people at Google for who we have done the work that won both bronze thingies. And here is the short documentation of the work.

The words in the Google Video search, just in case you can't read them, are: a crowd of tourists, people waiting, changing traffic lights, busy airfield, people eating fast food, people getting into cabs, people going up and down and people crossing the street. Okay. Happiness. Now the sad part of this post. Last friday was the really, really last day of my little Nina as an employee of our agency. From July she will live in London, looking for whatever full-time or freelance job can pay her rent and food. Erm, I mean, whatever graphic-design-ish, art-direction-ish or idea-have-ish job that can help her pay that stuff. You can get in contact with her and see some stuff she has done by clicking on this picture puzzle:
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As always, a farewell will mean words of warmness and a lot of people standing together in the hallway, drinking free alcohol before 6 pm, chatting loud over even louder music and pretending they are not near crying like a baby. Well the last one regards mainly me. So from now on I will be sitting in our office starring at the empty place that used to be Nina's desk dreaming of the good ol' times. Times when we were looking stupid on pictures while posing with our NoHoHon or a small furry thing called Filou. Goodbye little Nina. You may be too small to be big, but you're not too small to be great. So if you are working at a design, arty farty or advertising agency, that is nice and like people who are nice, for god's sake get Nina into your rooms and hire her. Or, even better, the both of us. Be kind and drop her an email here: