At the Laundry we love you so we are featuring some of you fab customers and your fab businesses this week.
Firstly April’s (oops – better late than never) recycling hero of the month - Toast TV, our stupendo 1000th customer. Toast is an exciting bunch of commercial film producers. If you are a telly addict like me (no no I have lots of other outside interests too) – you might have come across the work of a “Toaster”; like the Innocent Drinks tv ad – yum.
www.thelaundry.biz/imahero
“Save The Spitz Campaign”
Susie Babchick Agency is a photographic agency – one of her photographers shot Lily Cole modelling Katharine Hamnett ‘s Save the Future t-shirt. The ethical fashion pioneer has produced an exclusive limited edition 100% organic cotton and fairly traded campaign t-shirt – phew, you can fine out more here:
Next Shen Milsom Wilke has a famous staff member – he is a leading expert on underground nuclear bunkers and was interviewed by George Allagiah – here.
www.youtube.com/watch (scroll to 3mins 15secs to find our guy)
(Needless to say I found this out when he emailed me on his lunch hour – thereby not contravening any internal email policies; although I’m sure you could count Laundry chat as environmental and social contributions towards sustainable business practices! Winky wink).
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Finally by day Gizella Futak is working at Hawkins + Associates (who do forensic investigation of fires!) and by night a budding producer and singer/songwriter! Album out next week on I-tunes.
Check out her tunes:
if music be the food of dance play on!
Please tell us about you and your talents here: www.thelaundry.biz/blog
And as an added bonus, a poem that made me cry; just because:
Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird
by Wallace Stevens
Among twenty snowy mountains,
The only moving thing
Was the eye of the blackbird.
II
I was of three minds,
Like a tree
In which there are three blackbirds.
III
The blackbird whirled in the autumn winds.
It was a small part of the pantomime.
IV
A man and a woman
Are one.
A man and a woman and a blackbird
Are one.
V
I do not know which to prefer,
The beauty of inflections
Or the beauty of innuendoes,
The blackbird whistling
Or just after.
VI
Icicles filled the long window
With barbaric glass.
The shadow of the blackbird
Crossed it, to and fro.
The mood
Traced in the shadow
An indecipherable cause.
VII
O thin men of Haddam,
Why do you imagine golden birds?
Do you not see how the blackbird
Walks around the feet
Of the women about you?
VIII
I know noble accents
And lucid, inescapable rhythms;
But I know, too,
That the blackbird is involved
In what I know.
IX
When the blackbird flew out of sight,
It marked the edge
Of one of many circles.
X
At the sight of blackbirds
Flying in a green light,
Even the bawds of euphony
Would cry out sharply.
XI
He rode over Connecticut
In a glass coach.
Once, a fear pierced him,
In that he mistook
The shadow of his equipage
For blackbirds.
XII
The river is moving.
The blackbird must be flying.
XIII (Rachel and Jess’s favourite verse)
It was evening all afternoon.
It was snowing
And it was going to snow.
The blackbird sat
In the cedar-limbs.
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