Confession

Sabine, my friend.
Come sit here and tell me a story
I want to make the world remember
That it wasn’t written for October
Lend me something I want to borrow
So I can blow kisses in my dreams for my cookies and screams,
And I’ll come back smiling to tell you a real story

Prologue

Sabine’s bicycle is a journey play. Making jigsaws into stories to take us there, and bring us back. We carve the track and lay the stones – with curious eyes and butterflies. And soon, promises made without us realizing the curtains draw.

At Night

Lash back, fried turky freak
When lucky rose embrace.
The Irish blue carpet perish.
An indelible drama.

Ade's ink

Winter just ain't my season. I need to read the back of my hand why.

Ade's ink

Retailing is entertainment. The store is a stage

If I could do it, it's not art

Ade's ink

Street scapping session

• Pallas-liked/Sailor sneakers
• Green
• Colored Jap slippers
• Newspaper boy shorts
• Tote bags for men

Ade's ink

The rise

• Mass class. Massification of luxury brands. Focus not on prestige, but on true self-expression (Cliche)
• No-Frills-Chic. Power to channge consumer expectation with low priced house brands. Something special and vaguely upmarket.

Review

No Black Tie is a lullaby to the night's end.

The ECD vs The MD

Tokyohoneys

Tokyohoneys

On advertising

Brilliance without wisdom. Power without conscience.