Pretend it’s 2006 and you’re a marketer at our Midwestern agency. The trade shows in Chicago and Atlanta are packed, and if you want to build a brand relationship, you have to be there. You walk the floor, have conversations, and shake a lot of hands. Back at the office, you listen to your voicemail twice a day and jot callback numbers on paper or your Palm Pilot. There’s no GPS, no Slack, no pinging someone a file. If a client needs to see work, you bring the work to them. Everything takes longer, and in a way, everything means more because of it.
Marketing in that era was a seasonal event. A brand’s fall catalogue was a debut. A full story, told once, with intention and craft and no do-overs.
The design work that comes out of agencies like ours—then and now—has always had a richness to it: art direction with a real point of view, editorial photography that invites you into a lifestyle rather than just displaying a product, print treatments with die cuts and foils and finishes that make you want to hold the piece in your hands.
Back then, there were design awards worth winning. There was a culture of craft that ran through the whole industry, and it was something we were genuinely proud to be part of.
We opened Britton in the middle of all of that, and we fell in love with it immediately — the rigor of it, the care it demanded, the way a great image could carry a brand for a full year. That love has never left us. It's the undercurrent of everything we've built since.