Golf tournament. The logo had the better swing.
A tavern. Research was extensive.
Lawn care. Nailed it in one pass.
Confectionery. Allegedly.
Paninis. Pressed for time, like the sandwiches.
World famous. Self-reported.
Fine dining. Spelling approved by the client.
A kitchen. Seasoned, like the designer.
Talent. Ego sold separately.
Golf. Stop snickering.
A boat. Yes, that's its name.
Legal asked me not to comment.
Banners. I did the website too, obviously.
Street food. The steam is vector.
Nightlife at a campsite. Results vary.
Spirits. Hazard label included.
Defense. Classified. Ribbit.
A tiki bar on wheels. Valued at $1.50.
Lettuce. Officially, just lettuce.
Queso. I like to think the F stands for fantastic. It does not.
Crating. The logo ships flat.
Towing...with a flag. Some of these are legit businesses.
Food, drinks, fire, fun. Also an investment firm. I still have high hopes.
Masonry. Every brick hand-placed, back when they were still open.
2004 — Where it started
On the side of a truck.
I was Production Manager at ADPRO Design, handling logos, signs, and vehicle graphics from the first sketch to the last squeegee pass. Wrapping vehicles teaches you things no design school covers (not that I'd know, more on that below): production files that actually print, type that's still readable at 70 mph, and how to stay calm while laying film over a compound curve in a parking lot in February.
After that, nothing a client says on a Zoom call can hurt you.
