Room, sound, light, flow. We build it in twelve weeks or we don't take the job.
Lineups you've not heard of yet, from cities most event planners can't spell.
Guest lists in envelopes. Phones in pouches. What happens stays as a story.
Jenny, our in-house influencer, attends as your close personal friend. Cries at the vows, knows your stories, triples the reach of your big day. Followers not included. Friendship strangely convincing.
Launch films, brand spots, event aftermovies. Written, shot and cut by us — videos people actually finish watching. You get the final export and the feeling your product was always this good.
We organise parties. Sometimes, on the way, we find or make objects too good to keep to ourselves. So we sell them. Stock is whatever fits in the back of the van.
For rooms that suddenly need saving. Deploy anywhere: office, funeral reception, Deutsche Bahn. No refunds once the vibe has shifted.
Notes of leather jacket, cold concrete, and a stranger telling you their whole life story. Burns for 6 hours, like the conversation did.
Matchbooks collected by an ex-Lufthansa international pilot on layovers all over the world through the 80s and 90s — hotel bars, lounges, places that no longer exist. A shoebox of aviation history. One collection. It's this one.
Our guest lists come in envelopes. This one has no list in it. You're not invited — but you can own the feeling of almost being invited.
The classic tourist tee, finally honest. For people who've been places but won't commit to one. Works in every city on earth — locals will assume you're at least from somewhere.
A metal brick. Gold-plated. Engraved: MATERIALISM. It does nothing, means everything, and holds doors open. Fair warning — it's a brick: shipping it hurts us more than it hurts you.
One object per checkout. Card, Apple Pay, the usual. Shipping within Europe, from the back of the van. All sales final-ish.