1:47 PM, Friday, A Design Studio
"Man, this is great cake. Who's birthday is it, anyway? Enh, must be celebrating some big account like General Mills. Who knows."
"Oh, hey Hans. What food photography? The cakes. We'll just bake a couple of new ones, sorry about the misunderstanding."
"Dudes, dudes, dudes, I can't bake to save my life. Can you? You're such a trust fund baby, your parents sent a nanny with you to college? Damn, that is harsh."
"Okay, well, we still have a — Karenohmygoddonoteatthat — slice of cake. Good gravy, she has a forkful in her hand, she has mauled the one perfect piece remaining."
"Um, just hold that fork in front of the slice, we'll light it, shoot it, and call it a day. Yeah, we'll use the same picture for all of the cake boxes. It's not like anyone is going to notice."
Sunday, October 7, 2007
I Can Only Imagine This Is How It Happened
Tuesday, October 2, 2007
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