UNEMPLOYABLE

UNTITLED CONCEPTS, LLC
An ever-evolving nonlinear consumer lifestyles gallery and industrial design space. Showcasing and discovering intrinsically valuable decorative arts and furniture to convey a different impression of 20th century design.

Pretty Haute stuff eh? Thank you very much.

The fledgling business is coming along swimmingly. The UNTITLED CONCEPTS Showroom is looking better than ever and we are expanding it to 1000 sq ft next week, as our backlog of older stock is selling off. It is definitely the best job I have ever had. Want to know why, because I still feel UNEMPLOYED!

I worked at a Studfarm as a farmhand for a summer back in the late eighties in Sparks, MD. For a guy named Jervy. A man right out of the RRL Double R Ralph Lauren Catalog, with the OLD MONEY and beat to hell off-yellow Mercedes Diesel Wagon, with the cream leather interior. What a fuckin ride I still want one after all these years. Just to get a taste of that OLD MONEY vibe, the one that keeps me picking up old Polo at the thriftshops. You know what I am talking about. Pretending your day job is really the countryclub (for me that was AOL) and thinking the pay check was from old Mable in Brussels. Anyway, One time he had me tail his drunkard brother, staking him out at the country club for days waiting and watching the hot gilf's squat around all day on the putting green. Then my chance came to follow him down the street pass him (in my yellow 1973 Beetle) and race down to the designated pay phone to alert Seargent Stadenko of the quarry (the drunk driver in route, *wink, wink.) This was Jervy's attempt at getting his bro into rehab, it paid $64 a day, and of course the plot failed miserably. But to this day one of the best jobs I have ever had, well till now. Just designed the business cards last night with the art direction swaying toward the Wes Anderson asethetic and the color scheme is based on something that caught my eye in the shop. My ice cold, right out of the stainless steel subzero fridge, sweating in the summer heat Miller (the champange of beers) and yes it is. So my Champange of Beers was sweating atop a pile of furniture on the flat side of an upside down 1800's walnut gothic chair and behind this pile was an old green heavily used floorstanding chalk board, you know the kind the teacher would swing around at the end of class to reveal the pre-written homework assignment. But of course minus the round of hissing kids. The colors just paused me and sang heavenly choirs into my retinas, must be like what the evil female captor hears in the 007 movies when James Bond makes love to them and they decide to switch to the side of good and righteous and instantly become helpful, docile and loyal. And that hasn't happened to me since college and then I was too stupid to notice. Well....Enjoy. And if you need a card designed? Or some conceptual creavtive writing? Email me, I do both. But I have no sense of client relations so buyer beware. Cheers! Dino.