— identity, art direction, web design, digital, stationary, print

‘At midnight every self-respecting casino premières its buffet— the eighth wonder of the world, the one true art form this androgynous harlot of cities has delivered herself of ... We marvel at the Great Pyramids, but they were built over decades; the midnight buffet is built daily. Crushed-ice castles and grottoes chill the shrimp and lobster. Sculptured aspic is scrolled with Paisley arabesques. How many times you go through the line is a private matter between you and your capacity, and then between your capacity and the chef's evil eye.’ (from William Pearson’s The Muses Of Ruin, 1965)