So a while back I wrote how Wieden Amsterdam sent me a bloody pottery Birkenstock clog for no other reason than being nice people.
Well, that and the fact they probably couldn’t think of another soul – past or present – who would want it, let alone love it.
So a week or so ago, I got another package from Wieden, but this time the Tokyo office.
And what was inside it?
Well it wasn’t a bomb, it was this …
Yes, it’s a bloody bright pink, Wieden+Kennedy Tokyo frisbee.
And why did they do it?
Well, because they’re bloody lovely people and – I presume – because I live by the beach.
If I knew I’d be getting all this stuff when I had left them, I’d of done it ages ago.
But in all seriousness, this – and the other stuff I’ve had from them [and lets not forget NIKE too] – shows why those hippy buggers that were born in Portland are so special.
Sure, they’re the best in the World at what they do.
Sure, they are smart as hell and creative as shit.
But they’re more than that.
They’re amazingly kind people who happen to also be obscenely talented.
In fact I’d say it’s in exactly that order.
Throughout their offices, it’s filled with genuinely great people … people I feel honoured to know, let alone thrilled to have once worked with.
[And a couple of assholes, but I won’t let them ruin it for me, especially as they’re going to get found out eventually, ha]
I can tell you this, as much as I left there making some of the best work of my life, I’m even happier I left there with some of the best mates I could have.
Thank you to my friends in Tokyo … especially Mr Rowe … you’re all ace and I miss you.