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The People Behind My Namecard.

For those who have received my new namecard, and are wondering who the illustrator and designer is, well, wonder no more!

The illustrator is Ashrel, a brilliant pixel artist for a local mobile games developer. You can view his stuff online at ashrel.deviantart.com. I commissioned one logo from him and got back two - one based on my idea and one he came up with himself. I loved both and ended up using his idea for the logo on my namecard. My idea is the one I'm using on this blog right now.

For the card design, I called in a favour from the awesome and sexy Mark Lai. If you've seen the posters and buntings from e-Games, then you've seen his work. I think he did a nice job putting together the elements on the card, and I especially like what he did on the reverse side.

Thanks, guys!

Comments

  1. Ted, you must post a pix of your namecard here so we can admire it. You can always blank out the personal details...

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  2. i want to... but i kinda want to keep it a surprise for those who haven't seen it yet... *teeheehee*

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  3. i agree with lydia.
    can you post it here after you finish giving away the name cards?
    i'd love to see :)

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  4. no credit for me? ahem *cough* *cough*

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  5. Yeah! We want a pikchure!! :D

    This is called being a tease, Ted. Tell them just enough to titillate... :P

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  6. Since he's the same guy who did your Angry Teddy design, I'm sure it's excellent! :D

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