RIP wktwelve.blogspot.com

It's pretty apparent that this blog died a while ago, but we'll call the official time of death 12:34pm December 11, 2009.

A moment of silence, please.

...

Well, now that that's over, you should hit up our new blog.

BALO! Get it? No? Well, I'm not saying it.

Alright, folks. Enough of us and food and fun and whatever other nonsense is on this blog. You wanna see what we've been busting our asses doing for the past two months? Well, here it is:


Beth thinks she's so cute. And she's right.


Powell's stairs


More Powell's stairs


What do you think this is?


The damn buttons, that damn sandwich, and those damn bookmarks


Powell's window pt. 1


Powell's window pt. 2


Wordstock Grand Central bread bag, aka Beatrice's baby


New Seasons floor sticker


New Seasons dessert case


New Seasons bulk bins


New Seasons checkout divider


New Seasons product tag


The biggest spilled coffee you've probably ever seen.


Wanna see more? Take your ass to Powell's and New Seasons. I'm tired of uploading pictures.

12 Gets Blown

A little while back we decided to make ourselves some debatably legitimate student IDs. They're still not finished because Wordstock typically prevents us from doing anything that isn't red or helvetica or a giant sandwich. Thor and Mike did find the time to snap some photos of us while we were getting blown in the face by what is apparently called an "air bazooka."



Manu

Carson

Beth

Jess

Mike

Rachel

Zech

Michelle

Beatrice

Andrea

Casey

Jamie

Thor

Jim

Joe

Byron

Jinnina

Other Than Wordstock

For reasons that have only been vaguely alluded to as yet, this year's 12 started a few months later than usual, and as a result 12.6 has spent the first 2 months working entirely on Wordstock. We were given the brief exactly 3 days after we started school, with around 75 days till the actual event.

In a little over two months, we crammed a lot of learning into a short period of time, a lot of ideas into a lot of presentation decks, a lot of food puns onto buttons, a lot of it into wordholes. And hopefully in the end, we will succeed in cramming a lot of literary omnivores into the Oregon Convention Center.

In between moments, in the"interstitial spaces," we've managed to have some laughs, make some stuff, and get taped saying a lot of stupid crap. Here's a quick sampling:


Super tiny happy hour at 50 Plates


Jamie is practicing for later


Our blood is Wordstock Red


And then Mike was born and we celebrated.


"Hey, remember when Mike was from the future?" "No."


Roof beers


Trying not to be creeped out that Ris is dressed like a woman at his photo shoot.


More roof beers

Keep Calm and Bake Goods

If there is anything we hate more than giant parodies of the "Keep Calm and Carry On" poster, it's people calling us ungrateful. We here at WK12 are thankful every day for the experience of being at W+K and we try our best to take advantage of everything this place has to offer.

To show our gratitude to the people who email us when there's free food in the building, share wisdom on how to navigate the WK corridors, teach us about the wide world of print production, spell and fact check our Wordstock buttons, and put up with all our stores of food crowding the SW fridge, we've taken to making Thank-You-Pies. Our own 11/12 Casey Hall is pretty handy with a food processor and can whip up homemade pie crust using only butter, flour, and whatever doesn't have a name on it from the 6th floor fridge. (We hear this skill will come in handy sometime in December.)







So if you'd like one of these WK12 Specialty Pies, all you have to do is offer to speak to us and tell us some fun stories about your experiences at WK. You can even make stuff up, we won't know the difference. And if you're in line for pie, please let us know if there are dietary/allergy concerns, and know that your pie will be on the way, just as soon as someone abandons some heavy whipping cream somewhere.

Ride of the Valkyries & Lunch in Valhalla

What seems like forever ago, predating our adventures with the Hung Far Low sign or our Meetings Against Meetings, we each in turn stood in the atrium and introduced ourselves to Wieden + Kennedy and said inane things about ourselves. Then we played this little video of ourselves to premiere our new TV show.

After all that opening up and looking stupid in public, we felt like we needed to regroup and regain our dignity. So we donned a bunch of viking helmets and gorged ourselves on a Norwegian feast prepared by Thor's mom. We got totally wasted on Viking booze, and then ran around the agency naked (except for the hats) and pillaged the shit out of everyone.

Not really, but we talked about it. Same thing, right?



Our portraits from Day One.


Pre-game stretching


We're all just gazing lovingly into Joe's eyes


Costume Nikes, not for resale


Michelle says "ay"


Where's my matching battle ax?


I say "Anglo" you say "Norman!" "Anglo-Norman! Anglo-Norman!"


Real vikings would have taken the stairs


Pass the grog


Which of you barbarians ate the head already?


A few words from our hosts


Intimidating. Intimidatingly adorable.


What a bunch of filthy vikings