Showing posts with label art direction. Show all posts
Showing posts with label art direction. Show all posts

Thursday, 11 April 2013


Measures, Metres, Inches or Licks. 
Two blue licks away. Or a mood's distance A to B. 

The scale we choose do indeed
construct the brittle throats of little
women's morning views. Though if used rightly, 
or should I even say chosen wisely, 
you have to rise above the inch-deep (7-9"). 

One Tailor went to school, and the
other was too cool. Cutting the weaves, 
placeing their threads, the first one said, 
"Thou art a fool" and by noon he was dead.