"Traveling Hoodie" - Hang Ten

We were given a team project by hang ten "the traveling hoodie". In groups of two, myself and Jacques Hoffman, we were to illustrate a night out and the travel of the hoodie with us throughout the night documenting events in illustrative form.

Here's my take on the evening:

Waking up with a fuzzy head trying to piece together the series of events that led up to this blurred, vague, somewhat out of body recollection of the previous night, the best description i could try and give would be the feeling of looking out the window of Dorothy's house as it gets carried off to the land of Oz in the whirl wind. Each character along the yellow brick road represents a peak in the night, landmarked by a memory of a friend and a specific influence they had on our night. During the initial concept brainstorming session the pigeons from DUT helped themselves to our lunch while we were deep in conversation, represented as the "flying monkeys" from Oz.At the start of the night (after assaulting the ATM) the first character is Mitch, my roommate who failed to pay the rent, glooming over the whole night, sending me on a night out with the intention of forgetting most things (including my name and address). The second is the wicked witch, representing Belinda, the owner of the Winston pub, who i hadn't seen in ages (as i used to live with her), who utterly insisted that the two of us come to the Winston for its 16th birthday bash and refused to accept no as an answer. The 3rd character is Flap, a mate of ours who without fail, gets drunk and thinks he's the MC for the night and climbs on stage to announce each band and tell everyone they should party harder. This time he got on stage 8 times, for four bands, meaning he got on stage during the bands sets, and in one case, actually stopped the band mid song, needless to say, he needs a brain from the wizard before he gets something worse from everyone else... The 4th character, the tin man, is our mate Vaughan, who was looking for his heart outside the Winston pub (who had gotten upset at him for checking out someone else's hearts ass... and ran off down the road in a huff...) At the end of the night along comes a very happy team of enthusiasts skipping home to a reather welcoming Dorothy and Toto.


My Illustrations









Finished Design

Afrika Typografika - "A Taste for Waste"

With the thought of South Africa looming over head, and the quest for something local to spark my brain into action, I thought this to be the perfect opportunity to investigate a question I had been asking myself for ages. I have noticed that every morning, in every neighborhood, there are people (usually elderly woman) who dig through the black garbage bags left on the sidewalk for collection. I’ve always wondered what it is that people would be throwing away that could bring them back week after week, and was it enough to sustain themselves off, let alone a family. These were not just your ordinary homeless folk that you would expect to be rummaging through the bins at the beach front. Although they still looked poverty stricken, they still had a sense of pride and a decent level of self-presentation. Every week I would empty out my fridge and cupboards and leave anything slightly valuable in a separate box so as to avoid the nasty business of maggots and garbage slime (that I would become so familiar with over the next few weeks), and instantly saw an immense amount of gratitude and polite behavior I wouldn’t expect from my own neighbors. Taking to the streets, I hijacked garbage bags from my surrounding area, and to my utter disgrace, was removing things like full blocks of cheese, completely unopened with just a tiny bit of mold that could easily be cut away, still fresh fruit, clothing and other edible items disregarded and tossed out. Although this was nasty, as the older the bags were, the more disgusting the content got, I could very well understand why this was being done. The worst part is that even though we live in an area were recycling is collected, all you have to do is put it in a separate orange bag (like that’s so hard), yet the majority of items in the black bags were recycling (plastic and paper). I still can’t think of any possible reason for this other that utter laziness, a complete disregard for the environment or just plain selfishness. After this project, I have truly gotten a sense of respect for these people and think they are actually doing the country a service and helping in the fight against waist and pollution. The best possible thing we could do, in an ideal world, would be for the municipality to hire these people and provide them with the orange recycling bags, and they could separate the recycling as they go.

"Slip Ups" - a one minute movie

Anti-design is a topic that can be expressed in an infinite number of ways. There were many great ideas put forward but our team making it a hard decision to make, however, one idea did pop from the rest as soon as it was put on the table. This was the idea put forward by Charné. Were a woman was in a forrest, and there was a strong wind blowing, which ends up changing her look for the better, as well as Mark’s idea, of a girl taking an art piece to a museum, and along the way it gets ruined. She has no choice but to still put it up, but when she does, someone immediately buys it. Another great spin on the same concept. My personal vision for this project came from being intensly involved in the underground punk rock scene in Durban. I immediately had the urge to take the text book ‘jock’ business woman, and through a series of unfortunate events, spin her into the punk rock chick I find myself so commonly attracted to. (Which funnily enough worked, she really did look way hotter in the end).

Animated Storyboard

This was an animated teaser for the one minute movie. Although unnecessary, I saw this as a perfect opportunity to practice a style I had been interested in and found it to be an awesome learning experience

Packaging, Posters and Point of Sales