Talents..everywhere!

Last week we had some fun.

We gave each and everyone in Livingroom a line, a belief, a promise from our agency Manifesto and a week to come up with an idea around it.

Normally,

It would have been one of those tasks that get lost in inboxes,

thrown on the back burner while day to day work takes priority,

or even ignored and forgotten till its dead and meaningless.

Luckily, we don’t abide by the ‘Normally’.

Instead, things happened.

We heard finance pitching their ideas to designers over a cigarette break,

We saw Brand Navigation experimenting with Photoshop,

Journey planning playing around with fonts,

Mission Control scratching their brains,

Connection having fun,

After hours brainstorming sessions,

Props hunting,

Proud & glowing faces with ‘I found my idea’ written all over them.

And the result was mind blowing, nothing less than ‘Goose bumpy’,

Livingroom transformed into an art exhibition where everyone displayed their ‘own-created-developed’ idea.

It was heartwarming.

A reinforcement to our belief that great ideas come from anywhere and that we were indeed surrounded by Talent.

Definitely a big SMOOCH!

Check for yourselves:

 

 

ITS WHEN YOU’D TOUCH EACH OTHER WITHOUT A GUILT

 

 

 

ITS THAT TIGHTEST HUG YOU’D GIVE YOUR PARTNER

 

 

 

ITS WHEN YOU’D STAY LATE COZ YOUR PARTNER HAS A DATE

 

 

 

 

WE BELIEVE EVERY PIECE OF WORK WE DO IS LOVED TO BITS

 

 

 

WE BELIEVE THAT EVERY PIECE OF ART WE CREATE…WE CUM OVER IT

 

 

WE BELIEVE TALENTS ARE IRREPLACEABLE

 

 

WE BELIEVE OUR FLABBY TUMMY WILL NOT SLOW US DOWN

 

 

WE BELIEVE THAT EVERYONE OF US IS A PAGE IN THE BOOK CALLED ‘THEY DID IT’

 

 

WE BELIEVE IN INDIVIDUAL INDEPENDENCE & COLLECTIVE VICTORIES THAT TURN INTO BEST SELLERS

 

 

ITS A BELIEF THAT MAKES OUR HEARTS BEAT LOUDER THAN THUNDER

 

 

IT’S THAT CUP OF TEA YOU’S PREPARE FOR A VISITOR, A COLLEAGUE OR A CLIENT

 

 

 

WE ARE BELIEVERS

 

 

 

 

EINSTEIN ONCE SAID ‘FUCK YOU’. WE SAY, ‘FUCK YOU EINSTEIN’

 

 

WE BELIEVE THERE IS NO NIGHT…JUST THE ABSENCE OF LIGHT

 

 

WHEN THE SUN SLEEPS, WE TURN ON THE STARS

 

 

IT’S THE HONEST LAUGHTER THE SECURITY ON THE GROUND FLOOR WILL HEAR

 

 

 

BECAUSE WE’RE LIVING

 

 

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