Just launched today, we’re excited to share with you the website we worked with Push and Hydra to design for the newly re-branded Orlando Museum of Art. You can read more about the new site here.

UPDATE: An anonymous tipster has called into the hotline claiming that this postcard was sent to us by Stewart Smith. Is this true, Stew?

UPDATE: Further investigative reporting by Holly has revealed this.

What does this mean? Who sent this to us? And why?

Above: Kittens and Cats written by Michael Joseph with photographs by Hedda Walther. Published in 1936 by Whitman Publishing Company.

A few weeks ago my friend Peter gave me this old and fragile book he bought at a yard sale library sale in Ames, Iowa. Some of the pages have been ripped out, but there are 32 remaining black and white photographs of cats which are captioned with an imaginary inner-monologue.

“What was that noise?”
“This is my favorite corner.”

This is clearly the world’s first known LOLCat. Check out photos of all the book’s spreads after the jump.

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Check out the July 4th edition of the New York Times. We created a National Treasure-style map for the Op-Ed page that features all the locations of the Declaration of Independence.

We quietly put our site up two weeks ago. Then someone put it on a blog. The cat’s in the bag and the bag’s in the river.

It’s a lovely day. We meet up at the New York State Supreme Court in Brooklyn. Upon entering the entrance for the County Clerk’s office, we’re stopped by a couple of security guards.
“I was looking at photos of myself from school,” says one guard.
“What’d you do that for?” the other replies.
“I looked so different,” rubbing his bald head, “all that hair. I looked so good!”
“Oh man,” says the other, “You should burn ‘em all, like I did.” He, too, is bald.

All metal, out of the pockets. Your keys, your glasses. Holly’s belt sets off the metal detector. She steps to the side so Kojak can wand her. Once its clear that Holly left all her bombs at home, the security guard waves her on with a smile.

Into the clerk’s office. Window #3.

“Hello!” he says, beaming. He looks over our forms. “What’s your name gonna be?”
—Well, we weren’t sure it would be taken, but…
“Well WE don’t give a shit, you can be whatever you want.”
—Rumors.
“Rumors? What kind of a name is that? THAT won’t be taken.”
—You sure nobody else? Strip club? Nail salon? bar?
He types into his computer. “Yeah, you can’t use it, it’s taken.”
—We’ll be Rumors Studio.
“Okay, well you won’t be that yet. First you gotta go get this form notarized - you can do that across the street, at the deli behind that organic food truck.”
So we leave, jauntily telling the security guards “We’ll be back!”

We get it notarized by a fellow working an all-purpose shop wedged into an office lobby. He sells legal pads, he sells portable flash drives, he sells twinkies and ho-hos, tabloids and scratchies, and he notarizes.

We go back to the clerk’s office, passing through the metal detector again. This time, the one bald guy passes Holly a note and says “my buddy wanted me to give this to you”:

Ba-da boom! We come for a business certificate, we leave with a potential date!

Once back in, we xerox and then file our forms. Our friend the clerk looks it over. “You get these on the internet?”
— Yup
“You’re bad business people already. They cost $2 more than at the store.”
We all have a laugh. He invites us to drinks at his favorite bar/grill, the Waterfront Ale House. “I get off at five but my wife gets off at seven, right around the corner from here. So what do you think I do while I’m waiting? Drink.”
A good question. We should take him up on it, and maybe call that security guard. Next we pay, then get our forms punched with an excellent Seal of Kings County, and off we go. A business! Thank you New York City.