Hello. Bonjour. Merhaba. Hello.
I'm Oz, a designer of things...
This is my signal space for a noisy mind
It's May 1st, 12:01am here in Montreal.
Clouds are drifting and we're 33% through the year.
Hope your day's going well, wherever you are.
Short essays on design and culture, small tools I built to scratch specific itches, street photography from Montreal and beyond, graphic design that runs on spoof and satire, and colour palettes collected over twenty years. New notes land when something clicks. New projects ship when they're ready to stand on their own. The galleries grow whenever a walk produces something worth keeping.
I write about the overlooked, the contradictory, and the quietly absurd.
Moby Dick gets retitled as 'How One Man's Obsession with a Whale Destroyed His Crew'. The grammar is older than the algorithm, lifted from grocery-aisle paperbacks decades before the recommendation feed showed up. The feed only taught us, slowly, that the templates work.
A toddler swipes a paperback and waits for it to do something. Across the room, an adult thanks the language model and apologises for a typo. Two category errors in opposite directions, and the second one is becoming harder to see.
A soccer club spends a decade building the most expensive analytics department in its history and ends up in a relegation fight with a roster full of sprinters who cannot pass. The numbers were never the problem.
I build minimal tools and run small experiments.
Minimalist Astro themes for portfolios, blogs, and small brands. Restrained typography, accessible by default, $29 per site.
Fanzine for FC St. Pauli, focused on club history, Kiez culture, and the people who keep the base together.
A plain-language digital security guide for parents and grandparents. Five essential habits, explained clearly, in six languages.
I make spoofs of pop culture, catch life being itself, mix palettes by feel, and cross mediums freely.
