Yesterday was a good day. In the morning, we heard back from the client regarding the Dutronc designs that I had send him the night before. He ended up choosing a design Thierry from interne designed from one of the propals/axes I sketched for him when creating my brief the week before. I was so happy that my hard work paid off. The design he chose was actually the last one we did the day before and we were not sure about the font that Thierry had used when consulting the designs with Emily and Nath, but we decided the composition was too strong not to send to the client. Nath felt comfortable telling him that because of the time constraints we were unable to refine that one to the level we wanted too and that if it was the one he chose the font would undoubtedly be reworked. The next step was congratulating Thierry and emailing the two freelances we had also work on the project and telling them they unfortunately lost, show them the winning design and thank them for their hard work. I also told them some feedback from the client on their créas - which he liked, which he didn't and why. My email was short and sweet and to the point. To tell you what happens next describes French behavior. Just like the temper tantrum we had in the office a couple weeks ago, this was very similar just in a different format. I received ranting emails from both graphic designers upset that they had not won - thinking that their designs were way better than the one that one. Hey dude...its a COMPETITION and it is not us that decides which will be the winning design. One specified that it had not been clear that there was the opportunity to design the box in a horizontal fashion and assumed it could only be vertical, while the other said that the winning design didn't reference the style "télécréateur" that the client had given us as a graphic style he liked. This is the big problem about designing something for a client. Firstly, they have something en tête when they explain you the project, however they are still iffy themselves and don't yet have a concrete image. And the reference they give might not be really what they were looking for. It is not our fault that the winning design didn't necessarily strictly follow the brief. Secondly, like what happened with the rock compilation Rock Line, what we in the office think is beautiful and aesthetically pleasing, is not what the client will like most of the time. It turned out for Rock Line, that the design that was chosen for the cover was a collage that Cyril has done in 30 minutes on photoshop when the client needed something vite-fait to show his team even before giving us a brief and getting our freelancers to work on the project.
Anyways, I am glad that that is chosen and the choice was something that was actually one of my favorites. This was when the door rang at the office and it was my DAD! He had arrived early that morning from Montreal and came by the office to take me out for lunch, see where I worked and see Nathalie. I hadn't seen him since May 14th when I left Montreal, however with gchat and skype and talking on the telephone almost daily, it was as if I had seen him yesterday. Nathalie, who hadn't seen him since Mexico at Christmas time, felt the same way. We had a nice lunch and I went back to work to finish off the day. The afternoon, Bandai came back into the picture with some more corrections from the client. However, in the final hour, I had done most of what I needed to do that was urgent and took the opportunity to relax in the studio with the graphists.
I met my Dad at his hotel on the Champs-l'Élysée and then we met up with Nathalie at this restaurant Victor in the 16th. We had a delicious dinner and Nathalie had one of her friends join us at the last minute who was très sympa.
Well, this has been my last full week. Next week I work Monday, Tuesday and then off to Forte and when I get back, I work Tuesday-Friday. Its so weird it is coming to an end. My dad had asked Nathalie if she would give me the afternoon off today to go and chill with him. At first she was hesitant since Cyril is no here and they need me as much as they can, however she made the decision after talking with Emilie that I can leave at 4pm. So my Dad is meeting me at work at 4 and we will walk/shop on my walk home and then stop by Paula's to pick her up from her apartment and head up to Hotel Particulier in Montmartre for an apéro and then to dinner. As for doing the teuf tonight after diner, we are definitely going to, however no concrete plans yet. We will see where the night takes us.
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