Everything we do is the product of a team. There are no monopolies on great ideas. The best work is the consequence of positive exchange and debate, the product of open minds and focused intellect.
Is known to ask, is this it, while his room is on fire. Prefers skiing La Chavanette fueled by Alipús Luis Del Rio and DeLeón Leona Añejo Tequila. Loves a taco; hates Botticelli and Bellini, any type of sand and all food cooked in France.
A bibliophagist, irrationally bonkers about Signor Sorolla, marmite and Bach on the beach, but gets pretty steamed up about the rain. Hates mess, numerals, churls and suffers seriously from Sunday syndrome. Intriguing.
Married to a cavalier King Charles Spaniel, engaged to Ms Chanel and Signor Ferragamo and dating a variety of Middle Eastern food. Apparently utterly devoid of any culture whatsoever.
Impatiently gorges on Teuscher, Richart and Flying Noir; often has to chop off her hands and sadly loves islands. Not a fan of Cow Killers and would prefers igloos.
Has a penchant for excessively strong French cheese and dogs with firsts in modern languages. Less passionate about weak coffee, indecisive dawdlers and spending any time at all in Morden.
Enthusiastic about Andalucian jondos, intermedios and chicos, particularly whilst munching Polish bagels and reading Japanese graphic novels. Loathes babies fashioned from jelly and spatially illiterate dawdlers.
Would frankly prefer to be in Provence or spoiling a walk. Has always been slightly Afraid of Virginia Woolf and is particularly attracted to regressive jazz and lumbar support. Likes beef.
An unhealthy obsession with giraffes and gargalesis; partial to black Iberian pig, whilst carrying a primal loathing of Brough Superiors and Vincent Black Shadows. A highly regarded glutton, dislikes people who do not share.
Hopelessly devoted to the visionary artist Austin Osman Spare whilst collecting Japanese woodblock prints and ex-libris plates. Devoted to tchotchkes, which he wraps lovingly in swathes of cod-liver oil imbued calico.
Utterly besotted by strong colours and ridiculously interesting gadgets; also very fond of intelligent dogs that ride penny farthings. Loathes crowds munching marmite, Ivete Sangalo and centre forwards.
Our work is about people; work researched, considered, inspired, created, developed and delivered by people for people. We believe in teams, in experience; in unfettered talent and commitment.
Mildly epicurean with a penchant for kinmedai; never apologises for being a Spud and is smitten with rock climbing in Shangri-la. Not a fan of Sunday evenings, whims or impatient pancake turners.
Partial to côte de boeuf and Swedish massage therapy; would like to star in The Borrowers and suffers from aquaphobia and cynophobia. Would have preferred to be a rich bitch in Monaco.
Heaven is celebrating an albatross with popcorn chicken in Legoland with Shepard Fairey. Hell is Calabrese green sprouting on a bed of rocket, modelling for Karsh or any remote temptation to break into a trot.
Besotted by soutzoukakia, pastourma, the riviera and green tea; partial to Vespers and the Clover Club and definitely neither a turophile or javaphile. Has a problem with any man in leggings on the 2.30 to Sheerness.
Addicted to fine coffee, liquorice and excellent red wine. Sadly invented font charades, adores maps and swims deeply with plankton. Likes the word mellifluous and photographs manhole covers. Mmmm.
Munches raspberry doughnuts with Her Majesty in Kalokairi; mildly obsessive about all things Windsor and wistful about Agnetha, Bjorn, Benny and Anni-Frid. Offended by any carrot cooked to a pulp.
Suffers enthusiastically from dromomania, preferably while perspiring with friends. Has a profound problem with spiced Burford Browns or curried Old Cotswold Legbars and loathes people hanging around in phone boxes.
Absolutely loves a World of Pain and Vortigern’s Machine, and dreams happy about any old New Nordic cottage and Mr Bingo’s angst. Addicted to learning and the printed page but suffers from an unnatural antipathy to the Blue Screen of Death.
Embarrassingly passionate about flea markets, jellyfish and ballet; reads Patti Smith and listens to Vanoni whilst eating Brie de Meaux and sticky toffee pudding. Loathes cockroaches and flying. Canadian…
Adores globetrotting, Mr Theroux and Sir David, loves a flathead or camshafts in absolutely anything and is not precious about his music. Becomes inconsolable if confronted with the Mexican tapdance or coffee.
Known to be partial to black letters and infidels; has an unconsummated weakness for fabulous clothes, a disappointing love of lilywhites and adores running to the sounds of lonely planet. Hates soggy cornflakes.
Absolutely loves jacks and jennies and the odd Grand Noir du Berry, partial to waiters on motorbikes and a self-confessed cynophilist. Resents stairs and has a profound dislike for mambas, boomslangs and kraits of any kind.
Would happily expire to the Garden State film soundtrack, whilst reading for the twenty-seventh time the Chronicles of Narnia. Equally odd about any British films and David Attenborough. Likes fashion.
Potty about stroking butterflies and paddling with poodles; scrabbles with joy and loves a monopoly; will crawl aggressively over broken glass for fugu and okonomiyaki. Finds wallop repugnant, particularly dislikes dog days and cacophonous sternutation.
Obsessive, compulsive collector and bibliomaniac. With equal fondness for photography, Inuit sculpture, masks and tupilaks. Remains horrified that he turned down a sitting with Horst.
Dislikes tupperware.
A profound and positive relationship with red wine, the Lake District and baking bread, alongside the unfettered joy of old ladies roaring with laughter. An equally profound but negative relationship with lifts and salad spinners.
Will eulogise about his passion for dolmades and souvlaki; believes blue is truly the colour; and loves Pakalolo and Molly’s Reach in British Columbia. Hates loitering drainpipes, ignorant skittles and burgers bars aspiring to be Asador Etxebarri.
Unhealthy attachment to sport and dogs. A lover of food and will travel to keep his tongue smiling. Dismal but enthusiastic musician who adores blues. Wears anorak when discussing technology.
Crazy for cats munching fish fingers with hot chocolate. Loves dancing with Kim and Johnny after Boggle. Is terrified by Wacko and would execute those eating tuna on the tube and anyone adding raisins to ravioli.
Mildly obsessed by prison documentaries and perfect incarceration in Teuschers and Godivas. Loves boondock rambling in pubs but carries a profound grievance about dawdles and rice pudding.
Passionate about puzzles and slightly bewitched by the time of ten twenty-two; also likes learning languages and foreign adventures. He is not enamoured by planes that get lost, sunrise or English drizzle. Slightly odd.
Totally bonkers about Mesopotamia and the Indus Valley, the odd Inca and Jason Bourne; adores a hot cauliflower whilst debating with Kant and Kierkegaard. Supports prohibition of crowds and concerts. Intelligent.
Adores extreme weather, Oscar Neimayer, rollercoasters and eggs benedict. Would generally prefer to be Enid Blyton shopping in New York in a thunderstorm. Does not like milk but does like Richard Neutra.
