As a truly international organisation, Grogger has offices in creative hubs across the globe: London, New York, Sydney, Milton Keynes. We are also fortunate enough to have an outpost in rural Umbria, amidst the olive groves in the hills surrounding Orvieto.
So, after a returning from a recent jaunt to the Sagra dell’Oca (‘Festival of the Goose’) in Corbara, we were pleased to be reminded of our wining and dining by this beautiful poster by French illustrator Antoine Corbineau.
There is a wonderful level of detail, incorporating all of the wine regions and the byzantine complexity of Italian appellations, whilst still remaining warm, joyful and thoroughly charming. Salute!
To commemorate the one-year-countdown to the London 2012 Olympic Games, that festival of fitness, you might have thought we’d struggle to find something booze-related. But no!
First up, a limited edition bottle of Chateau Great Wall produced for the Beijing 2008 Olympics, inspired by the design of the ‘bird’s nest’ stadium.
And then a sparkling wine designed for the 2014 Winter Olympics in Sochi, Russia. Inspired by really really tight spandex suits.
The Grogger Team would also like to add that we’re really pleased to see the 2012 identity everywhere. It looks really great; good job Wolff Olins.
(We’re not taking the piss, honest; we really like it. If we were taking the piss we’d say “Wow, the London 2012 identity by Wolff Olins is as good as that Tom Daley advert for Nestle. Isn’t he so natural and in no way does he look like a mincing robot, right?”)
It’s Monday, and we’re feeling decidedly grumpy. I know, I know; you’ve come to expect nothing but rainbows and bunnies from Grogger, but today the rainbow is broken and the bunnies have scabies.
So apologies to Maio5 (or, possibly, ma-10-to-the-power-5 or perhaps malofive) but your label fails to impress us. It’s a compendium of all that has dominated the Monocle-imitating design world over the last five years; it might as well roll up its chinos, cycle to the nearest pop-up sashimi restaurant and browse the new range of Rapha trouser clips made from vintage Leica lenscaps on its iPad, the twat.
Sure, we all like a bit of bold black serif type, a nice bit of embossing. But what happened to the dot on the i? It looks like a bloody number one. What have you got against using an uppercase M? You’re quite happy to use them below, aren’t you?
Little numbers in circles? Check. Unnecessary forward slash? Check. And that black bar. Fucking useless chunky black bars, just sitting there, all chunky and black. They’re the equivalent of non-prescription spectacles – a pointless, vain affectation exhibited by wankers.
It’s nice, it’s cool, it goes well with our kitchen. But all the little fiddles show us just how hard this wine is trying to seem like it’s not trying; there’s just too much of nothing to be much of anything.