These logos are not mere marks but characters with a mind of their own. They are minimalist yet loud, elegant yet cheeky, all in the same breath. A camera that signs its own name, a bubbling Willem who never lets go of his microphone, a gym that insults your muscles before you even walk in, a speedcore collective that sounds like a basement brawl, an architectural hexagon that seems to have designed its own foundations, and a plaster studio so niche it probably only speaks in lime. Together they form a collection that wasn’t designed but born, attitude in pixels, branding with delusions of grandeur and a wink.
