eat. sleep. poop. (Josie)
To this day, I still believe my family doesn’t understand what it means to be a designer. They think that I am a human version of the card kiosk at Target. So this was my chance to give them a better idea. Show them that it is more than just pretty. It’s concept.
I am not a fan of babies. This card explains why. They eat, sleep, poop, repeat. Throw in some crying, and you have the first year of their existence. I wanted to capture that. Note it unfolds in a similar manner as a dirty diaper to the little shit in the middle, or that’s what my wife tells me. I still have never changed a diaper.
Letterpress on cotton rag