This print is an ode to what I’ve long suspected is the secret, unofficial sixth love language; the drunk text.
There is something tender about those slightly blurry, emotionally unfiltered midnight missives. The confessions, the longings,the I’ve just seen someone who looks a bit like you but with way worse hair and I wish you were here and we were dancing together’s.
Yeah, we could spend time together or whisper words of affirmation, or we could get mashed and tell the people we love that we love them.

And on a practical note;
I did the doodle with my own little hands, the same hands that once waved at a mannequin that I mistook for my friend.
It’s printed on 300gsm recycled card, wrapped in a biodegradable cello bag and will be shipped to you in a sturdy board-backed envelope.