YOYO OYO (Pt. DEUX)

SORRRRRRY!!!

So we've been away for a while, kill us! For real though, we're sorry about that. We've been busy working, some selected lucky bastards/ettes have been enjoying holidays, and we've also been busy moving into our bad-ass new digs (more on that coming soon).

In the meantime however, the rest of us slaves (whoops!.. uhhh, "employees" rather), have been working our fingers to the bone. Not OYO though! No that dirty little #%&*!@ has been cracking away on some awesome inventions from the debaucheries of his mind like this...

(N.B: In the coming weeks, we're gonna drop some SUPER COOL shit on ya'll but... "All in good time my pretty's!")

NIKE "AIR DJURDJEVIC"

Meetings are boring. Especially ones on the phone when there's really nothing to do but listen (...we hate listening!). Normally, when we're stuck in these kind of situations, we do everything we can to keep ourselves entertained: sketch, draw, doodle, throw stuff at each other etc. etc.

But what happens when Emily leave's her new pair of (crispy white) shoes in the conference room around Marko and bunch of permanent markers? The "AIR DJURDJEVIC" is born. 


After the initial shock of her brand new shoes being "tainted" by Marko, Emily (...finally put the knife down), took a breath and forced him to at least, finish them off. Here's the final result....
Someone get NIKE on the phone!

OYO IS WEIRD...EVEN FOR A "FRENCH"

Sometimes when we steal stuff from our artists, we feel really proud of ourselves for a another successful heist. We then crack open a bottle of (...anything really) and look at our goodies with smiles on our faces.
Then there are times when you sit down to open up some work you just poached from your colleague and friend and suddenly get donkey-punched straight in the head by the glimpse into that artists psyche you just unwillingly witnessed.
Unfortunately, it turns out to be true that, "what's been seen cannot be unseen". There are only two options from here: You can sit quietly in the corner, making shifty eyes every 5mins and judging what's going on inside the mind of the person you've been sitting across from everyday... Or simply pay a little deposit into the Wank-Bank. The choice is yours.  

But seriously OYO, "TittySea"!?! ...For realsies? You're lucky you're so good dude.
Here what we could (legally) show you. The rest will most likely be on reserve for a "Fucked up Friday" session.

FUCKED UP FRIDAYS

After being inspired by Albert Lamorisse's absolutely beautiful 1956 masterpiece, "Le Balon Rouge" ("The Red Balloon"), we decided to be French for a day (OYO became a German just for balance) and make friends with some cool ass balloons in hopes that they too, would have a spirit of their own and take us on wonderful adventures of true friendship throughout the city.
Our inspriation...

However, after a few hours of trying everything to engage those jerks (...apparently, they don't speak English, German or French!) we realized that these balloons didn't have a spirit of their own at all!! They simply acted like "diva" balloons doing nothing but floating and being carried around all day. 


We then realized (thank you internet!) that it takes roughly 5,928- 6,558 balloons to actually lift a human being into the sky and we gave up. Still going to blame it on us just finding idiot balloons though.


"Le Ballon Rouge" belongs to Lamorisse. However, "Le Ballon Rogue" belongs to SMV...