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Pantone Pocket Calendar

Alice in WonderlandTypography Bags

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Gravity is the force that attaches us to this Earth, essentially the reason we are on this planet. I like to simply integrate nature and graphic elements to create beautiful clean designs. I take pride in my work and always do the best I can, thank you for your time and feedback!

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Overview } PANTONE Pocket Calendar 3.5 x 5 in

Challenge } PANTONE is a world-renowned authority on color and provider of color systems. PANTONE wanted to add to their selection of color swatch products.

1PANTONE Pocket Calendar

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Solution } The starting point for this project was to integrate design and organization, nothing new for Gravity. The result is this quaint pocket calendar perfect for designers who are always on the go.

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2Alice in WonderlandTypography Bags

Client } Alphabet Bags13.5 in x 13.5 in

Challenge } Alphabet Bags is a small London based company who design typography tote bags. Alphabet bags wanted to create a new direction for Spring, storybook designs. Work-ing with the founders of Alphabet Bags, Gravity chose with a personal favorite, Alice in Wonderland.

said the Caterpillar. Alice thought she might as well wait, as she had nothing else to do, and perhaps after all it might tell her something worth hearing. For some minutes it puffed away without speaking; but at last it

unfolded its arms, took the hookah out of its mouth again, and said ”So you think you are changed, do you?”“I’m afraid I am, Sir,” said Alice. “I can not remember things as I used – and I don’t keep the same sixe f

or ten minutes together!” “Can’t remember what things?” said the Caterpillar.“Well, I’ve tried to say ’How doth the little busy bee’ but it all came different!” Alice replied in a very melancholy

voice. “Repeat ‘You are old, Father William,” said the Caterpillar. Alice folded her hands, and began:-- “You are old, Father William,” the young man said,“And your hair has become very white; And yet you incessantly stand on your head—Do you think, at your age, it is right?” Advice From a Caterpillar The Caterpillar and Alice looked at each other for some time in

silence: at last the Caterpillar took the hookah out of his mouth, and addressed her in a languid sleepy voice. “Who are you?” said the Caterpillar. This was not an encouraging opening for a conversation. Alice replied, rather shyly,“I—I hardly know, Sir, just at present- at least I know who I was when I got up this morning, but I think I must have changed several

times since then.” “What do you mean by that?” said the Caterpillar, sternly.“Explain yourself!” “I can’t explain myself, I’m afraid, Sir,” said Alice, “¬because I’m not myself, you see.” “I don’t see,” said the Caterpillar. “I’m afraid I can’t put it more clearly,” Alice replied, very politely, “for I can’t understand it myself, to begin with; and being so many different

sizes in a day is very confusing.”“It isn’t,” said the Caterpillar. “Well, perhaps you haven’t found it so yet,” said Alice; “but when you have to turn into a chrysalis- you will some day, you know- and then after that into a butterfly, I should think you’ll feel it a little strange,won’t you?”“Not a bit,”said the Caterpillar.“Well perhaps your feelings may be different,”said said the Caterpillar. Alice thought she might as well wait, as she had nothing else to do, and perhaps after all it might tell her something worth hearing. For some minutes it puffed away

without speaking; but at last it unfolded its arms, took the hookah out of its mouth again, and said ”So you think you are changed, do you?”“I’m afraid I am, Sir,” said Alice. “I can not remember things as I used – and I don’t keep the same sixe for ten minutes together!” “Can’t remember what things?” said the Caterpillar.“Well, I’ve tried to say ’How doth the little busy bee’ but it all came different!” Alice replied in a very melancholy voice. “Repeat ‘You are old, Father William,” said the Caterpillar. Alice folded her hands, and began:-- “You are old,

Father William,” the young man said,“And your hair has become very white; And yet you incessantly stand on your head—Do you think, at your age, it is right?” Advice From a Caterpillar The Caterpillar and Alice looked at each other for some time in silence: at last the Caterpillar took the hookah out of his mouth, and addressed her in a languid sleepy voice. “Who are you?” said the

Caterpillar. This was not an encouraging opening for a conversation. Alice replied, rather shyly,“I—I hardly know, Sir, just at present- at least I know who I was when I got up this morning, but I think I must have changed several times since then.” “What do you mean by that?” said the Caterpillar, sternly.“Explain yourself!” “I can’t explain myself, I’m afraid, Sir,” said Alice, “¬because I’m not myself, you see.” “I don’t see,”

said the Caterpillar. “I’m afraid I can’t put it more clearly,” Alice replied, very politely, “for I can’t understand it myself, to begin with; and being so many different sizes in a day is very confusing.”“It isn’t,” said the Caterpillar. “Well, perhaps you haven’t found it so yet,” said Alice; “but when you have to turn into a chrysalis- you will some day, you know- and then after that into a butterfly, I should think

you?”“Not a bit,”said the Caterpillar.“Well perhaps your feelings may be different,”said Alice:“all I know is, it would feel very strange to me.” “You!” said the Caterpillar contemptuously.“Who are you?”

said the Caterpillar. Alice thought she might as well wait, as she had nothing else to do, and perhaps after all it might tell her something worth hearing. For some minutes it puffed away without speaking; but at last it unfolded its arms, took the hookah out of its mouth again, and said ”So you think you are changed, do you?”“I’m afraid I am, Sir,” said Alice. “I can not remember things as I used – and I don’t keep the same sixe for ten minutes

together!” “Can’t remember what things?” said the Caterpillar.“Well, I’ve tried to say ’How doth the little busy bee’ but it all came different!” Alice replied in a very melancholy voice. “Repeat ‘You are old, Father William,” said the Caterpillar. Alice folded her hands, and began:-- “You are old, Father William,” the young man said,“And your hair has become very white; And yet you incessantly stand on your head—Do you think, at your age, it

is right?” Advice From a Caterpillar The Caterpillar and Alice looked at each other for some time in silence: at last the Caterpillar took the hookah out of his mouth, and addressed her in a languid sleepy voice. “Who are you?” said the Caterpillar. This was not an encouraging opening for a conversation. Alice replied, rather shyly,“I—I hardly know, Sir, just at present- at least I know who I was when I got up this morning, but I think I must have changed several times since then.” “What do you mean by that?” said the Caterpillar, sternly.“Explain yourself!” “I can’t explain myself, I’m afraid, Sir,” said Alice, “¬because I’m not myself, you see.” “I don’t see,”



said the Caterpillar. Alice thought she might as well wait, as she had nothing else to do, and perhaps after all it might tell her something worth hearing. For some minutes it puffed away without speaking; but at last it unfolded its arms, took the hookah out of its mouth again, and said ”So you think you are changed, do you?”“I’m afraid I am, Sir,” said Alice. “I can not remember things as I used – and I don’t keep the same sixe for ten minutes together!” “Can’t

remember what things?” said the Caterpillar.“Well, I’ve tried to say ’How doth the little busy bee’ but it all came different!” Alice replied in a very melancholy voice. “Repeat ‘You are old, Father William,” said the Caterpillar. Alice folded her hands, and began:-- “You are old, Father William,” the young man said,“And your hair has become very white; And yet you incessantly stand on your head—Do you think, at your age, it is right?” Advice From a Caterpillar

The Caterpillar and Alice looked at each other for some time in silence: at last the Caterpillar took the hookah out of his mouth, and addressed her in a languid sleepy voice. “Who are you?” said the Caterpillar. This was not an encourag-ing opening for a conversation. Alice replied, rather shyly,“I—I hardly know, Sir, just at present- at least I know who I was when I got up this morning, but I think I must have changed several times since then.” “What do you mean by

that?” said the Caterpillar, sternly.“Explain yourself!” “I can’t explain myself, I’m afraid, Sir,” said Alice, “¬because I’m not myself, you see.” “I don’t see,” said the Caterpillar. “I’m afraid I can’t put it more clearly,” Alice replied, very politely, “for I can’t understand it myself, to begin with; and being so many different sizes in a day is very confusing.”“It isn’t,” said the Caterpillar. “Well, perhaps you haven’t found it so yet,” said Alice; “but when you have to turn into

a chrysalis- you will some day, you know- and then after that into a butterfly, I should thinkyou?”“Not a bit,”said the Caterpillar.“Well perhaps your feelings may be different,”said Alice:“all I know is, it would feel very strange to me.” “You!” said the Caterpillar contemptuously.“Who are you?”







remember what things?” said the Caterpillar.“Well, I’ve tried to say ’How doth the little busy bee’ but it all came different!” Alice replied in a very melancholy voice. “Repeat ‘You are old, Father William,” said the Caterpillar. Alice folded her hands, and began:-- “You are old, Father William,” the young man said,“And your hair has become very white; And yet you incessantly stand on your head—Do you think, at your age, it is right?” Advice From a Caterpil-

lar The Caterpillar and Alice looked at each other for some time in silence: at last the Caterpillar took the hookah out of his mouth, and addressed her in a languid sleepy voice. “Who are you?” said the Caterpillar. This was not an encouraging opening for a conversation. Alice replied, rather shyly,“I—I hardly know, Sir, just at present- at least I know who I was when I got up this morning, but I think I must have changed

several times since then.” “What do you mean by that?” said the Caterpillar, sternly.“Explain yourself!” “I can’t explain myself, I’m afraid, Sir,” said Alice, “¬because I’m not myself, you see.” “I don’t see,” said the Caterpillar. “I’m afraid I can’t put it more clearly,” Alice replied, very politely, “for I can’t understand it myself, to begin with; and being so many different sizes in a day is very

confusing.”“It isn’t,” said the Caterpillar. “Well, perhaps you haven’t found it so yet,” said Alice; “but when you have to turn into a chrysalis- you will some day, you know- and then after that into a butterfly, I should think


Advice From a Caterpillar The Caterpillar and Alice looked at each other for some time in silence: at last the Caterpillar took the hookah out of his mouth, and addressed her in a languid sleepy voice.“Who are you?” said the Caterpillar. This was not an encouraging opening for a conversation. Alice replied, rather shyly, “I—I hardly know, Sir, just at present at least I know who I was when I got up this morning, but I think I must have changed several times since then.” “What do you mean by that?” said the Caterpillar, sternly.

“Explain yourself!” “I can’t explain myself, I’m afraid, Sir,” said Alice, “¬because I’m not myself, you see.” “I don’t see,” said the Caterpillar. “I’m afraid I can’t put it more clearly,” Alice replied, very politely, “for I can’t understand it myself, to begin with; and being so many different sizes in a day is very confusing.” “It isn’t,” said the Caterpillar.“Well, perhaps you haven’t found it so yet,” said Alice; “but when you have to turn into a chrysalis- you will some day, you know- and then after that into a butterfly, I should think you’ll feel it a little strange,

won’t you?” “Not a bit,” said the Caterpillar. “Well perhaps your feelings may be different,” said Alice: “all I know is, it would feel very strange to me.” “You!” said the Caterpillar contemptuously. “Who are you?” Which brought them back again to the beginning of the conversation. Alice felt a little irritated at the Caterpillar’s making such very short remarks, and

she drew herself up and said, very gravely, “I think you ought to tell me who you are, first.” “Why?” said the Caterpillar. Here was another puzzling question; and, as Alice could not think of any good reason, and the Caterpillar seemed to be in a very unpleasant state of mind, she turned away. “Come back!” the Caterpillar called after her. “I’ve something important to say!” This sounded promising, certainly. Alice turned and came back again. “Keep your temper,” said the Caterpillar. “Is that all?” said Alice, swallowing down her anger as well as she could. “No,” said the Caterpillar. Alice thought she might as well wait, as she had nothing else to do, and perhaps after all it might tell her something worth hearing. For some minutes it puffed away without speaking; but at last it unfolded its arms, took the hookah out of its mouth again, and said ”So you think you are changed, do you?” “I’m afraid I am, Sir,” said Alice. “I can’t remember things as I used – and I don’t keep the same sixe for ten minutes together!” “Can’t remember what things?” said the Caterpillar. “Well, I’ve tried to say ’How doth the little busy bee’ but it all came different!” Alice replied in a very melancholy voice. “Repeat ‘You are old, Father William,’ ” said the Caterpillar. Alice folded her hands, and began:-- “You are old, Father William,” the young man said,“And your hair has become very white; And yet you

incessantly stand on your head—Do you think, at your age, it is right?”Advice From a Caterpillar The Caterpillar and Alice looked at each other for some time in silence: at last the Caterpillar took the hookah out of his mouth, and addressed her in a languid sleepy voice. “Who are you?” said the Caterpillar. This was not an

encouraging opening for a conversation. Alice replied, rather shyly, “I—I hardly know, Sir, just at present- at least I know who I was when I got up this morning, but I think I must have changed several times since then.” “What do you mean by that?” said the Caterpillar, sternly. “Explain yourself!” “I can’t explain myself, I’m afraid, Sir,” said Alice, “¬because I’m not myself, you see.” “I don’t see,” said the Caterpillar. “I’m afraid I can’t put it more clearly,” Alice replied, very politely, “for I

can’t understand it myself, to begin with; and being so many different sizes in a day is very confusing.” “It isn’t,” said the Caterpillar. “Well, perhaps you haven’t found it so yet,” said Alice; “but when you have to turn into a chrysalis- you will some day, you know- and then after that into a butterfly, I should think you’ll feel it a little strange, won’t you?” “Not a bit,” said the Caterpillar. “Well perhaps your feelings may be different,” said Alice: “all I know is, it would feel very strange to me.” “You!” said the Caterpillar contemptuously. “Who are you?” Which brought them back again to the beginning of the conversation. Alice felt a little irritated at the making such very short remarks, and she drew hersel up and said, very gravely, “I think

you ought to tell me who you are, first.”“Why?” said the Caterpillar. Here was another puzzling question; and, as Alice could not think of any good reason, and the Caterpillar seemed to be in a very unpleasant state of mind, she turned away. “Come back!” the Caterpillar called after her. “I’ve something important to say!” This sounded promising, certainly. Alice turned and came back again. “Keep your temper,” said the Caterpillar. “Is that all?” said Alice, swallowing down her anger as well as she could. “No,” said the Caterpillar. Alice thought she might as well wait, as she had nothing else to do, and perhaps after all it might tell her something worth hearing. For some minutes it puffed away without speaking; but at last it unfolded its arms, took the hookah out of its mouth again,

and said ”So you think you are changed, do you?” “I’m afraid I am, Sir,” said Alice. “I can not remember things as I used – and I don’t keep the same sixe for ten minutes together!” “Can’t remember what things?” said the Caterpillar. “Well, I’ve tried to say ’How doth the little busy bee’ but it all came different!”Alice replied in a very melancholy voice.“Repeat ‘You are old, Father William,’ ” said the Caterpillar. Alice folded her hands, and began “You are old, Father William,” the young man said,“And your hair has become very white; And yet you incessantly stand on your head—Do you think, at your age, it is right?”Advice From a Caterpillar The Caterpillar and Alice looked at each other for some time in silence: at last the Caterpillar took the hookah out of his mouth, and addressed her in a languid sleepy

voice.“Who are you?” said the Caterpillar. This was not an encouraging opening for a conversation. Alice replied, rather shyly, “I—I hardly know, Sir, just at present- at least I know who I was when I got up this morning, but I think I must have changed several times since then.” “What do you mean by that?” said the Caterpillar, sternly. “Explain yourself!” “I can’t explain myself, I’m afraid, Sir,” said Alice,

“¬because I’m not myself, you see.” “I don’t see,” said the Caterpillar. “I’m afraid I can’t put it more clearly,” Alice replied, very politely, “for I can’t understand it myself, to begin with; and being so many different sizes in a day is very confusing.” “It isn’t,” said the Caterpillar. “Well, perhaps you haven’t found it so yet,” said Alice; “but when you have to turn into a chrysalis- you will some day, you know- and then

after that into a butterfly, I should think you’ll feel it a little strange, won’t you?” “Not a bit,” said the Caterpillar. “Well perhaps your feelings may be different,” said Alice: “all I know is, it would feel very strange to me.”“You!” said the Caterpillar “Who are you?” Which brought them back again to the beginning of the conversation. Alice felt a little irritated at the Caterpillar’s making such very short remarks, and

she drew herself up and said, very gravely, “I think you ought to tell me who you are, first.” “Why?” said the Caterpillar. Here was another puzzling question; and, as Alice could not think of any good reason, and the Caterpillar seemed to be in a very unpleasant state of mind, she turned away. “Come back!” the Caterpillar called after her. “I’ve something important to say!” This sounded promising, certainly. Alice turned and came back again. “Keep your temper,” said the Caterpillar. “Is that all?” said Alice, swallowing down her anger as well as she could. “No,” said the Caterpillar. Alice thought she might as well wait, as she had nothing else to do, and perhaps after all it might tell her something worth hearing. For some minutes it puffed away without speaking; but at last it unfolded its arms, took the hookah out of its mouth again, and said ”So you think you are

changed, do you?” “I’m afraid I am, Sir,” said Alice. “I can’t remember things as I used – and I don’t keep the same sixe for ten minutes together!” “Can’t remember what things?” said the Caterpillar. “Well, I’ve tried to say ’How doth the little busy bee’ but it all came different!” Alice replied in a very melancholy voice. “Repeat ‘You are old, Father William,’ ” said the Caterpillar. Alice folded her hands, and began:-- “You are old, Father William,” the young man said,“And your hair has become very white; And yet you incessantly stand on your head—Do you think, at your age, it is right?” Advice From a Caterpillar The Caterpillar and Alice looked at each other for some time in silence:

at last the Caterpillar took the hookah out of his mouth, and addressed her in a languid sleepy voice. “Who are you?” said the Caterpillar. This was not an encouraging opening for a conversation. Alice replied, rather shyly, “I—I hardly know, Sir, just at present- at least I know who I was when I got up this morning, but I think I must have changed several times since then.” “What do you mean by that?” said the Caterpillar, sternly. “Explain yourself!” “I can’t explain myself, I’m afraid, Sir,” said Alice, “¬because I’m not myself, you see.” “I don’t see,” said the Caterpillar. “I’m afraid I can’t put it more clearly,” Alice replied, very then said politely, “for I can’t understand it myself, to begin with; and being so many different sizes in a day is very confusing.”“It isn’t,”said the Caterpillar. “Well,perhaps you haven’t found it so yet,” said Alice; “but when you have to turn into a chrysalis- you will some day, you know- and then after that into a butterfly, I should think you’ll feel it a little strange, won’t you?” “Not a bit,” said the Caterpillar. “Well perhaps your feelings

may be different,” said Alice: “all I know is, it would feel very strange to me.” “You!” said the Caterpillar contemptuously. “Who are you?” Which brought them back again to the beginning of the conversation. Alice felt a little irritated at the Caterpillar’s making such very short remarks, and she drew herself up and said, very gravely, “I think you ought to tell me who you are, first.” “Why?” said the Caterpillar. Here was another puzzling question; and, as Alice could not think of any good reason, and the Caterpillar seemed to be in a very unpleasant state of mind, she turned away. “Come back!” the Caterpillar called after her. “I’ve something important to say!” This sounded promising, certainly. Alice turned and came back again. “Keep your temper,” said the

Caterpillar. “Is that all?” said Alice, swallowing down her anger as well as she could. “No,” said the Caterpillar. Alice thought she might as well wait, as she had nothing else to do, and perhaps after all it might tell her something worth hearing. For some minutes it puffed away without speaking; but at last it unfolded its arms, took the hookah out of its mouth again, and said ”So you think you are changed, do you?”“I’m afraid I am, Sir,” said Alice. “I can not remember things as I used – and I don’t keep the same sixe for ten minutes together!” “Can’t remember what things?” said the

Caterpillar.“Well, I’ve tried to say ’How doth the little busy bee’ but it all came different!” Alice replied in a very melancholy voice. “Repeat ‘You are old, Father William,” said the Caterpillar. Alice folded her hands, and began:-- “You are old, Father William,” the young man said,“And your hair has become very white; And yet you incessantly stand on your head—Do you think, at your age, it is right?” Advice From a Caterpillar The Caterpillar and Alice looked at each other for some time in silence: at last the Caterpillar took the hookah out of his mouth, and addressed

her in a languid sleepy voice. “Who are you?” said the Caterpillar. This was not an encouraging opening for a conversation. Alice replied, rather shyly,“I—I hardly know, Sir, just at present- at least I know who I was when I got up this morning, but I think I must have changed several times since then.” “What do you mean by that?” said the Caterpillar, sternly.“Explain yourself!” “I can’t explain

myself, I’m afraid, Sir,” said Alice, “¬because I’m not myself, you see.” “I don’t see,” said the Caterpillar. “I’m afraid I can’t put it more clearly,” Alice replied, very politely, “for I can’t understand it myself, to begin with; and being so many different sizes in a day is very confusing.”“It isn’t,” said the Caterpillar. “Well, perhaps you haven’t found it so yet,” said Alice; “but when you have to turn into a

chrysalis- you will some day, you know- and then after that into a butterfly, I should think you’ll feel it a little strange,won’t you?”“Not a bit,”said the Caterpillar.“Well perhaps your feelings may be different,”said Alice:“all I know is, it would feel very strange to me.” “You!” said the Caterpillar contemptuously.“Who are you?”

“WHO ARE YOU?”

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said the Caterpillar. Alice thought she might as well wait, as she had nothing else to do, and perhaps after all it might tell her something worth hearing. For some minutes it puffed away without speaking; but at last it

unfolded its arms, took the hookah out of its mouth again, and said ”So you think you are changed, do you?”“I’m afraid I am, Sir,” said Alice. “I can not remember things as I used – and I don’t keep the same sixe f

or ten minutes together!” “Can’t remember what things?” said the Caterpillar.“Well, I’ve tried to say ’How doth the little busy bee’ but it all came different!” Alice replied in a very melancholy

voice. “Repeat ‘You are old, Father William,” said the Caterpillar. Alice folded her hands, and began:-- “You are old, Father William,” the young man said,“And your hair has become very white; And yet you incessantly stand on your head—Do you think, at your age, it is right?” Advice From a Caterpillar The Caterpillar and Alice looked at each other for some time in

silence: at last the Caterpillar took the hookah out of his mouth, and addressed her in a languid sleepy voice. “Who are you?” said the Caterpillar. This was not an encouraging opening for a conversation. Alice replied, rather shyly,“I—I hardly know, Sir, just at present- at least I know who I was when I got up this morning, but I think I must have changed several

times since then.” “What do you mean by that?” said the Caterpillar, sternly.“Explain yourself!” “I can’t explain myself, I’m afraid, Sir,” said Alice, “¬because I’m not myself, you see.” “I don’t see,” said the Caterpillar. “I’m afraid I can’t put it more clearly,” Alice replied, very politely, “for I can’t understand it myself, to begin with; and being so many different

sizes in a day is very confusing.”“It isn’t,” said the Caterpillar. “Well, perhaps you haven’t found it so yet,” said Alice; “but when you have to turn into a chrysalis- you will some day, you know- and then after that into a butterfly, I should think you’ll feel it a little strange,won’t you?”“Not a bit,”said the Caterpillar.“Well perhaps your feelings may be different,”said said the Caterpillar. Alice thought she might as well wait, as she had nothing else to do, and perhaps after all it might tell her something worth hearing. For some minutes it puffed away

without speaking; but at last it unfolded its arms, took the hookah out of its mouth again, and said ”So you think you are changed, do you?”“I’m afraid I am, Sir,” said Alice. “I can not remember things as I used – and I don’t keep the same sixe for ten minutes together!” “Can’t remember what things?” said the Caterpillar.“Well, I’ve tried to say ’How doth the little busy bee’ but it all came different!” Alice replied in a very melancholy voice. “Repeat ‘You are old, Father William,” said the Caterpillar. Alice folded her hands, and began:-- “You are old,

Father William,” the young man said,“And your hair has become very white; And yet you incessantly stand on your head—Do you think, at your age, it is right?” Advice From a Caterpillar The Caterpillar and Alice looked at each other for some time in silence: at last the Caterpillar took the hookah out of his mouth, and addressed her in a languid sleepy voice. “Who are you?” said the

Caterpillar. This was not an encouraging opening for a conversation. Alice replied, rather shyly,“I—I hardly know, Sir, just at present- at least I know who I was when I got up this morning, but I think I must have changed several times since then.” “What do you mean by that?” said the Caterpillar, sternly.“Explain yourself!” “I can’t explain myself, I’m afraid, Sir,” said Alice, “¬because I’m not myself, you see.” “I don’t see,”









remember what things?” said the Caterpillar.“Well, I’ve tried to say ’How doth the little busy bee’ but it all came different!” Alice replied in a very melancholy voice. “Repeat ‘You are old, Father William,” said the Caterpillar. Alice folded her hands, and began:-- “You are old, Father William,” the young man said,“And your hair has become very white; And yet you incessantly stand on your head—Do you think, at your age, it is right?” Advice From a Caterpillar

The Caterpillar and Alice looked at each other for some time in silence: at last the Caterpillar took the hookah out of his mouth, and addressed her in a languid sleepy voice. “Who are you?” said the Caterpillar. This was not an encourag-ing opening for a conversation. Alice replied, rather shyly,“I—I hardly know, Sir, just at present- at least I know who I was when I got up this morning, but I think I must have changed several times since then.” “What do you mean by

that?” said the Caterpillar, sternly.“Explain yourself!” “I can’t explain myself, I’m afraid, Sir,” said Alice, “¬because I’m not myself, you see.” “I don’t see,” said the Caterpillar. “I’m afraid I can’t put it more clearly,” Alice replied, very politely, “for I can’t understand it myself, to begin with; and being so many different sizes in a day is very confusing.”“It isn’t,” said the Caterpillar. “Well, perhaps you haven’t found it so yet,” said Alice; “but when you have to turn into

a chrysalis- you will some day, you know- and then after that into a butterfly, I should thinkyou?”“Not a bit,”said the Caterpillar.“Well perhaps your feelings may be different,”said Alice:“all I know is, it would feel very strange to me.” “You!” said the Caterpillar contemptuously.“Who are you?”







remember what things?” said the Caterpillar.“Well, I’ve tried to say ’How doth the little busy bee’ but it all came different!” Alice replied in a very melancholy voice. “Repeat ‘You are old, Father William,” said the Caterpillar. Alice folded her hands, and began:-- “You are old, Father William,” the young man said,“And your hair has become very white; And yet you incessantly stand on your head—Do you think, at your age, it is right?” Advice From a Caterpil-

lar The Caterpillar and Alice looked at each other for some time in silence: at last the Caterpillar took the hookah out of his mouth, and addressed her in a languid sleepy voice. “Who are you?” said the Caterpillar. This was not an encouraging opening for a conversation. Alice replied, rather shyly,“I—I hardly know, Sir, just at present- at least I know who I was when I got up this morning, but I think I must have changed

several times since then.” “What do you mean by that?” said the Caterpillar, sternly.“Explain yourself!” “I can’t explain myself, I’m afraid, Sir,” said Alice, “¬because I’m not myself, you see.” “I don’t see,” said the Caterpillar. “I’m afraid I can’t put it more clearly,” Alice replied, very politely, “for I can’t understand it myself, to begin with; and being so many different sizes in a day is very

confusing.”“It isn’t,” said the Caterpillar. “Well, perhaps you haven’t found it so yet,” said Alice; “but when you have to turn into a chrysalis- you will some day, you know- and then after that into a butterfly, I should think


Advice From a Caterpillar The Caterpillar and Alice looked at each other for some time in silence: at last the Caterpillar took the hookah out of his mouth, and addressed her in a languid sleepy voice.“Who are you?” said the Caterpillar. This was not an encouraging opening for a conversation. Alice replied, rather shyly, “I—I hardly know, Sir, just at present at least I know who I was when I got up this morning, but I think I must have changed several times since then.” “What do you mean by that?” said the Caterpillar, sternly.

“Explain yourself!” “I can’t explain myself, I’m afraid, Sir,” said Alice, “¬because I’m not myself, you see.” “I don’t see,” said the Caterpillar. “I’m afraid I can’t put it more clearly,” Alice replied, very politely, “for I can’t understand it myself, to begin with; and being so many different sizes in a day is very confusing.” “It isn’t,” said the Caterpillar.“Well, perhaps you haven’t found it so yet,” said Alice; “but when you have to turn into a chrysalis- you will some day, you know- and then after that into a butterfly, I should think you’ll feel it a little strange,

won’t you?” “Not a bit,” said the Caterpillar. “Well perhaps your feelings may be different,” said Alice: “all I know is, it would feel very strange to me.” “You!” said the Caterpillar contemptuously. “Who are you?” Which brought them back again to the beginning of the conversation. Alice felt a little irritated at the Caterpillar’s making such very short remarks, and

she drew herself up and said, very gravely, “I think you ought to tell me who you are, first.” “Why?” said the Caterpillar. Here was another puzzling question; and, as Alice could not think of any good reason, and the Caterpillar seemed to be in a very unpleasant state of mind, she turned away. “Come back!” the Caterpillar called after her. “I’ve something important to say!” This sounded promising, certainly. Alice turned and came back again. “Keep your temper,” said the Caterpillar. “Is that all?” said Alice, swallowing down her anger as well as she could. “No,” said the Caterpillar. Alice thought she might as well wait, as she had nothing else to do, and perhaps after all it might tell her something worth hearing. For some minutes it puffed away without speaking; but at last it unfolded its arms, took the hookah out of its mouth again, and said ”So you think you are changed, do you?” “I’m afraid I am, Sir,” said Alice. “I can’t remember things as I used – and I don’t keep the same sixe for ten minutes together!” “Can’t remember what things?” said the Caterpillar. “Well, I’ve tried to say ’How doth the little busy bee’ but it all came different!” Alice replied in a very melancholy voice. “Repeat ‘You are old, Father William,’ ” said the Caterpillar. Alice folded her hands, and began:-- “You are old, Father William,” the young man said,“And your hair has become very white; And yet you

incessantly stand on your head—Do you think, at your age, it is right?”Advice From a Caterpillar The Caterpillar and Alice looked at each other for some time in silence: at last the Caterpillar took the hookah out of his mouth, and addressed her in a languid sleepy voice. “Who are you?” said the Caterpillar. This was not an

encouraging opening for a conversation. Alice replied, rather shyly, “I—I hardly know, Sir, just at present- at least I know who I was when I got up this morning, but I think I must have changed several times since then.” “What do you mean by that?” said the Caterpillar, sternly. “Explain yourself!” “I can’t explain myself, I’m afraid, Sir,” said Alice, “¬because I’m not myself, you see.” “I don’t see,” said the Caterpillar. “I’m afraid I can’t put it more clearly,” Alice replied, very politely, “for I

can’t understand it myself, to begin with; and being so many different sizes in a day is very confusing.” “It isn’t,” said the Caterpillar. “Well, perhaps you haven’t found it so yet,” said Alice; “but when you have to turn into a chrysalis- you will some day, you know- and then after that into a butterfly, I should think you’ll feel it a little strange, won’t you?” “Not a bit,” said the Caterpillar. “Well perhaps your feelings may be different,” said Alice: “all I know is, it would feel very strange to me.” “You!” said the Caterpillar contemptuously. “Who are you?” Which brought them back again to the beginning of the conversation. Alice felt a little irritated at the making such very short remarks, and she drew hersel up and said, very gravely, “I think

you ought to tell me who you are, first.”“Why?” said the Caterpillar. Here was another puzzling question; and, as Alice could not think of any good reason, and the Caterpillar seemed to be in a very unpleasant state of mind, she turned away. “Come back!” the Caterpillar called after her. “I’ve something important to say!” This sounded promising, certainly. Alice turned and came back again. “Keep your temper,” said the Caterpillar. “Is that all?” said Alice, swallowing down her anger as well as she could. “No,” said the Caterpillar. Alice thought she might as well wait, as she had nothing else to do, and perhaps after all it might tell her something worth hearing. For some minutes it puffed away without speaking; but at last it unfolded its arms, took the hookah out of its mouth again,

and said ”So you think you are changed, do you?” “I’m afraid I am, Sir,” said Alice. “I can not remember things as I used – and I don’t keep the same sixe for ten minutes together!” “Can’t remember what things?” said the Caterpillar. “Well, I’ve tried to say ’How doth the little busy bee’ but it all came different!”Alice replied in a very melancholy voice.“Repeat ‘You are old, Father William,’ ” said the Caterpillar. Alice folded her hands, and began “You are old, Father William,” the young man said,“And your hair has become very white; And yet you incessantly stand on your head—Do you think, at your age, it is right?”Advice From a Caterpillar The Caterpillar and Alice looked at each other for some time in silence: at last the Caterpillar took the hookah out of his mouth, and addressed her in a languid sleepy

voice.“Who are you?” said the Caterpillar. This was not an encouraging opening for a conversation. Alice replied, rather shyly, “I—I hardly know, Sir, just at present- at least I know who I was when I got up this morning, but I think I must have changed several times since then.” “What do you mean by that?” said the Caterpillar, sternly. “Explain yourself!” “I can’t explain myself, I’m afraid, Sir,” said Alice,

“¬because I’m not myself, you see.” “I don’t see,” said the Caterpillar. “I’m afraid I can’t put it more clearly,” Alice replied, very politely, “for I can’t understand it myself, to begin with; and being so many different sizes in a day is very confusing.” “It isn’t,” said the Caterpillar. “Well, perhaps you haven’t found it so yet,” said Alice; “but when you have to turn into a chrysalis- you will some day, you know- and then

after that into a butterfly, I should think you’ll feel it a little strange, won’t you?” “Not a bit,” said the Caterpillar. “Well perhaps your feelings may be different,” said Alice: “all I know is, it would feel very strange to me.”“You!” said the Caterpillar “Who are you?” Which brought them back again to the beginning of the conversation. Alice felt a little irritated at the Caterpillar’s making such very short remarks, and

she drew herself up and said, very gravely, “I think you ought to tell me who you are, first.” “Why?” said the Caterpillar. Here was another puzzling question; and, as Alice could not think of any good reason, and the Caterpillar seemed to be in a very unpleasant state of mind, she turned away. “Come back!” the Caterpillar called after her. “I’ve something important to say!” This sounded promising, certainly. Alice turned and came back again. “Keep your temper,” said the Caterpillar. “Is that all?” said Alice, swallowing down her anger as well as she could. “No,” said the Caterpillar. Alice thought she might as well wait, as she had nothing else to do, and perhaps after all it might tell her something worth hearing. For some minutes it puffed away without speaking; but at last it unfolded its arms, took the hookah out of its mouth again, and said ”So you think you are

changed, do you?” “I’m afraid I am, Sir,” said Alice. “I can’t remember things as I used – and I don’t keep the same sixe for ten minutes together!” “Can’t remember what things?” said the Caterpillar. “Well, I’ve tried to say ’How doth the little busy bee’ but it all came different!” Alice replied in a very melancholy voice. “Repeat ‘You are old, Father William,’ ” said the Caterpillar. Alice folded her hands, and began:-- “You are old, Father William,” the young man said,“And your hair has become very white; And yet you incessantly stand on your head—Do you think, at your age, it is right?” Advice From a Caterpillar The Caterpillar and Alice looked at each other for some time in silence:

at last the Caterpillar took the hookah out of his mouth, and addressed her in a languid sleepy voice. “Who are you?” said the Caterpillar. This was not an encouraging opening for a conversation. Alice replied, rather shyly, “I—I hardly know, Sir, just at present- at least I know who I was when I got up this morning, but I think I must have changed several times since then.” “What do you mean by that?” said the Caterpillar, sternly. “Explain yourself!” “I can’t explain myself, I’m afraid, Sir,” said Alice, “¬because I’m not myself, you see.” “I don’t see,” said the Caterpillar. “I’m afraid I can’t put it more clearly,” Alice replied, very then said politely, “for I can’t understand it myself, to begin with; and being so many different sizes in a day is very confusing.”“It isn’t,”said the Caterpillar. “Well,perhaps you haven’t found it so yet,” said Alice; “but when you have to turn into a chrysalis- you will some day, you know- and then after that into a butterfly, I should think you’ll feel it a little strange, won’t you?” “Not a bit,” said the Caterpillar. “Well perhaps your feelings

may be different,” said Alice: “all I know is, it would feel very strange to me.” “You!” said the Caterpillar contemptuously. “Who are you?” Which brought them back again to the beginning of the conversation. Alice felt a little irritated at the Caterpillar’s making such very short remarks, and she drew herself up and said, very gravely, “I think you ought to tell me who you are, first.” “Why?” said the Caterpillar. Here was another puzzling question; and, as Alice could not think of any good reason, and the Caterpillar seemed to be in a very unpleasant state of mind, she turned away. “Come back!” the Caterpillar called after her. “I’ve something important to say!” This sounded promising, certainly. Alice turned and came back again. “Keep your temper,” said the

Caterpillar. “Is that all?” said Alice, swallowing down her anger as well as she could. “No,” said the Caterpillar. Alice thought she might as well wait, as she had nothing else to do, and perhaps after all it might tell her something worth hearing. For some minutes it puffed away without speaking; but at last it unfolded its arms, took the hookah out of its mouth again, and said ”So you think you are changed, do you?”“I’m afraid I am, Sir,” said Alice. “I can not remember things as I used – and I don’t keep the same sixe for ten minutes together!” “Can’t remember what things?” said the

Caterpillar.“Well, I’ve tried to say ’How doth the little busy bee’ but it all came different!” Alice replied in a very melancholy voice. “Repeat ‘You are old, Father William,” said the Caterpillar. Alice folded her hands, and began:-- “You are old, Father William,” the young man said,“And your hair has become very white; And yet you incessantly stand on your head—Do you think, at your age, it is right?” Advice From a Caterpillar The Caterpillar and Alice looked at each other for some time in silence: at last the Caterpillar took the hookah out of his mouth, and addressed

her in a languid sleepy voice. “Who are you?” said the Caterpillar. This was not an encouraging opening for a conversation. Alice replied, rather shyly,“I—I hardly know, Sir, just at present- at least I know who I was when I got up this morning, but I think I must have changed several times since then.” “What do you mean by that?” said the Caterpillar, sternly.“Explain yourself!” “I can’t explain

myself, I’m afraid, Sir,” said Alice, “¬because I’m not myself, you see.” “I don’t see,” said the Caterpillar. “I’m afraid I can’t put it more clearly,” Alice replied, very politely, “for I can’t understand it myself, to begin with; and being so many different sizes in a day is very confusing.”“It isn’t,” said the Caterpillar. “Well, perhaps you haven’t found it so yet,” said Alice; “but when you have to turn into a

chrysalis- you will some day, you know- and then after that into a butterfly, I should think you’ll feel it a little strange,won’t you?”“Not a bit,”said the Caterpillar.“Well perhaps your feelings may be different,”said Alice:“all I know is, it would feel very strange to me.” “You!” said the Caterpillar contemptuously.“Who are you?”

“WHO ARE YOU?”

Solution } Gravity designed the bags to be a window into a typographical world. Each bag is meant to embody some aspect of the experience of watching the movie, or reading the book Alice in Wonderland.

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3Existence Magazine

Client } Existence Magazine3 issues, paperback

8.5 in x 11 in

Challenge } The founder of Existence Magazine came to Gravity to completely revamp their magazine. Existence is all about stainability in design, the green movement and producing an eco friendly magazine.

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Solution } Gravity redesigned the magazine cover to cover. The design on the front cover extends to the back, emulating the idea of what goes around comes around. Articles were carefully selected and designed to show Stainability through design.

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Overview } What is Blik? Challenge } Gravity’s challenge was to design decals with a nature theme that would stand out in the ever growing selection of wall decals found at What is Blik?

4What is blik? Environmental Graphics

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Solution } The solution was simply crafted shapes and forms related to nature but still having graphic elements.

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Client } West Elm Rug Patterns Challenge } West Elm approached Gravity with the idea of a natural pattern designers could appreciate.

5West Elm Rug Patterns

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Solution } Gravity took the idea and ran, coming up with these patterns crafted from microscopic images of trees.

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6French Bull Dish PatternsClient } French Bull Melsmine Dish ware

Challenge } French Bull gave Gravity the challenge of doing a nautical theme collection.

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Solution } Gravity’s response is to combine graphic elements with traditionally nautical imagery.

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7Pedalier Bicycle ShopBranding

Client } Pedalier Bicycle Shop Challenge } Pedalier approached Gravity with the idea of transforming their standard bike shop into a classically theme bicycle shop.

Solution } Gravity produced this lovely design incorporating sepia tones and classic bicycle imagery.

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The Tower

The Star The Moon

The Lovers Five of Swords

ARTIST SERIES TAROT

HANDBOOK

Discover a new kind of tarot! Find meanings

in modern art

Created especially for artiest, Artist Series Tarot cards are an interesting twist on your traditional tarot card.

Find new ways to see your future!

Created especially for artiest, Artist Series Tarot cards are an interesting twist on your traditional tarot card.Find new ways to see your future! Created especially for artiest, Artist Series Tarot cards are an interesting twist on your traditional tarot card.Find new ways to see your future!Created especially for artiest, Artist

Series Tarot cards are an interesting twist on your traditional tarot card.Find new ways to see your future! Created especially for

artiest, Artist Series Tarot cards are an interesting twist on your traditional tarot card.Find new ways your future!

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8Artist Series Tarot

ARTIST SERIES TAROT

HANDBOOK

Discover a new kind of tarot! Find meanings

in modern art

Created especially for artiest, Artist Series Tarot cards are an interesting twist on your traditional tarot card.

Find new ways to see your future!

Created especially for artiest, Artist Series Tarot cards are an interesting twist on your traditional tarot card.Find new ways to see your future! Created especially for artiest, Artist Series Tarot cards are an interesting twist on your traditional tarot card.Find new ways to see your future!Created especially for artiest, Artist

Series Tarot cards are an interesting twist on your traditional tarot card.Find new ways to see your future! Created especially for

artiest, Artist Series Tarot cards are an interesting twist on your traditional tarot card.Find new ways your future!

Client } Artist Series Tarot Challenge } Gravity was approached to make a modern art version of traditional tarot cards. Using the traditional meanings of the cards Gravity found modern art im-ages that evoke or mimic the emotions of the card.

Solution } The solution was this deck with images from Picasso, Hannah Hooch and other modern art favorites.

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Client } Lykke Li Branding Challenge } Lykke Li is a Swedish pop singer with feminine but edgy style. Grav-ity’s challenge was to integrate beauty and intensity as well as Lykke Li does in her music.

Solution } The fusion of brown paper, vellum and subtle greys with the pop of blue was Gravity’s solution, giving a rough but feminine look.

9Lykke Li Branding

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10Mod Podge Print Advertisement

Client } Mod Podge Challenge } Mod Podge is a long running adhesive company that has many different finishes. Mod Podge was looking for a crafty advertisement with a hand-crafted feel.

Solution } Gravity created a scan-o-gram of natural elements combined to make scenes of flying objects.

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11Hatha Hideaway Yoga Retreat

Branding

Owner,

Alexa Foster

209 Sunset Circle


011 (506) 2653-0292

[email protected]

Owner, Alexa Foster


011 (506) 2653-0292 [email protected]

Owner,

Alexa Foster

209 Sunset Circle


011 (506) 2653-0292

[email protected]

Owner, Alexa Foster


011 (506) 2653-0292 [email protected]

Client } Hatha Hideaway Yoga Retreat Challenge } Hatha Hideaway is located in Costa Rica, they teach yoga and meditation. Hatha Hideaway is dedicated to yoga and nature.

Solution } Gravity’s solution was to do a simple design that merged the natural flow of yoga and nature. Using a calming but tropical color scheme and stamp like paisley Gravity intended tradition to meet serenity.

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12Little Monsters Wooden Toys

Branding

Client } Little Monsters Wooden Toys Challenge } Little Monsters Wooden Toys have been around since 2002, crafting small wooden toys for children. Recently Little Monsters came to Gravity asking to come up with a new aspect to add to their traditional product.

Solution } Gravity’s solution was to revamp Little Monsters original logo for a new modern feel and also to create a sticker kit so each child can customize their own skateboard.

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