This Buffalo blog journals the leaps and stutters of launching, designing, advertising, marketing, promoting and, praise baby jesus, profiting from a Buffalo T-shirts company called Buffalo T-shirts. If youre interested in the process we've gone through, its all right here. Start from the archive and work your way up.
Lets get something straight, Im a designer. An art director to be more precise. I spend most of my days exploring ways to get the word out about other companies. They could be start-ups like Buffalo T-Shirts; a brilliant sporting repair company that will rock the hockey world--soon to be part of the Courtney Creative camp; or (and Im gonna drop names here so be prepared to be awed...) mom-n-pops that've been around awhile like the Bills, Toronto Blue Jays, NFL Network, DNC, Aussie Vineyards. The list might go on... Anyways I want to let (all 3 of) you know, I just purchased the t-shirt blanks for the first round. Sure did. (!) Online at 2:05am Saturday morning 2008 (fittingly The Year of the Duck-Billed Platapenys). It is awesome and utterly ridiculous I know. Essentially I just paid for 165 t-shirts. I wish Marv Levy could appear and inspire me. Wow, he just did. Go Bills. Truthfully, this is a big moment for us (meaning me). Nothing to cheer about yet, but its a good, honest and dedicated commitment.We are making something happen...as small as that is, we are making a stir somewhere and thats something. We've shook a branch. Lets see if we'll get noticed.
Hi everyone. I'm a designer in Buffalo and I'm launching a Buffalo T-shirt business. I plan on designing and selling sharp, limited-edition Buffalo Tshirts that celebrate our little city. Nothing about snow or rust though. Not that I have anything against 'em, I mean I enjoy playing hockey and going skiing. Its a great way to work the core. Thats what they say. And rust? Rusty and I have a mutual respect for each other and a working relationship. He does his thing, I do mine. I live, work and play in the city and have for more than half my life. Holy shi...thats a long time. The other half I grew up on Hamburg Beach, was into the Iron Sheik and Superfly Snucka, would do pretty much anything my older brother told me to do, often resulting in injury and was always taller than everyone I knew... until I met Andre the Giant. Talk of a small dose of humility at age 14. Oh, thats not a novelty miniature beer can in your hand. It just looks that way because you're so gy-norm
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