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noticed we love
what we do

We are interdisciplinary zealots dedicated to blending creativity and code, philanthropy and commerce. Each of us is equal parts nonprofit patron, arts nerd, and tech junkie. We love what we do, and we love what our clients stand for. We are collaborative, inventive, inspired.

Meet the Team

Rachel

As a child, Rachel admired the knife skills of Jacques Pépin. Today, she enjoys inventing new taco toppings and putting Old Bay on everything. She became a master of the bassoon because of her distaste for saxophones, and eventually performed Verdi’s Requiem for a PBS documentary in Prague. When she's not connecting with FORM clients, she sometimes sews puppets with no eyes, prays to St. Anthony for her lost Roku remote, and plays drums to Radiohead. She’s a big fan of public media, minimalism, and melancholia.

Emily

When Emily isn't managing our projects, she's busy neglecting house plants, sketching ex-boyfriends' cars, and crushing on Monty Don. She tries to grow vegetables and has eaten 730 cupcakes. A creative spirit and self-described lovey-person, Emily is a big fan of romcoms and keeps a beautiful, hand-drawn record of all the flowers her husband has given her. She knows how to collect honey from bees, can make a perfect frosting curlicue while dancing to Pitbull, and has a knack for finding the most inconvenient Airbnbs.

Ceci

Her great grandfather painted backdrops for opera houses; her dad is a musicologist; her mother is an abstract painter. It’s no wonder Ceci has dedicated her career to arts marketing. A passionate workaholic and mom to small humans and mini schnauzers, Ceci’s favorite pastime is “a quiet moment with a glass of wine.” Named after the patron saint of music, she is a former classical singer with a penchant for pants roles and Bach cantatas. She might be the shortest FORMie, but she isn’t afraid to engage in a studio scrap over Star Trek vs. Star Wars.

Hannah

As a child, Hannah was a noted marker artist, 4th chair trumpeter, and passionate porcelain cat collector. She was often in trouble for talking in class and named her toys with only adjectives. Studying in Europe, Hannah found that DaVinci’s Annunciation is larger in real life and that identifying shower gel from hand lotion is tricky when you can’t read Italian. When she's not designing for FORM, she enjoys live concerts, cafe mocha, and carving elaborate designs into pumpkins. Except for the Harry Potter logo. Because, come on, the letter “P” is so hard to carve into a pumpkin.

Katelyn

Katelyn says the best of all chemistry constants is 6.02x10 to the 23rd power, and who are we to argue? A rare combination of mathematician, athlete, and artist, she holds a master’s degree in accountancy, runs marathons for fun, and plays the heck out of Chopin’s Revolutionary Étude for piano. When she’s not managing our operations, she enjoys walking her dog, reading tiny dictionaries and making lemon macaroons. She once broke a picnic table with her head and she's a fan of words, Warren Buffett, and the number 20,710.

Ashleigh

Ashleigh tells us that, though deep fried worms taste like potato chips, her favorite food is frosting. A dedicated saxophonist, she has performed a halftime routine wearing only one shoe. When she’s not writing code, she's quarterbacking, scrap booking or playing Led Zeppelin on her Fender Cyclone. Though she was once mistakenly detained for grand theft auto, she is the proud and legally titled owner of a vintage Geo Metro. She’s a big fan of baking, bottle caps, and classic horror films.

Ken

A wizardly mix of app programmer and mad scientist, Ken writes Objective-C like it's his first language. A trained electrical engineer, he's a Kandinsky with a soldering iron and at this very moment, probably has a diode in his pocket. He once owned a vinyl album collection the size of a cargo trailer. In sixth grade, he souped-up his alarm clock so it pulled a string attached to his pillow. Though the feasibility assessment of the PillowPuller™ was doomed, today Ken holds two patents for his display technology inventions.

Michael

Michael is a man of few words and many board games (150, to be exact). He is a proficient hackeysack-er and skilled MIG welder. He does not recommend sleeping in a 2004 Ford Taurus before running a full marathon. He keeps a mysterious black bird on his desk, is a proud descendant of Johnny Appleseed, and likes dogs that are named after pastries.

Josh

Josh is one of the few people we know who has lived in a shipping container. On purpose. Twice. When he's not ogling a font or designing something beautiful for FORM, he sometimes studies design in Frankfurt or helps nonprofits dig wells in Africa. His doodling and handwriting are so geometrically perfect, some say he uses The Force to conjure it. He is the tallest FORMie, which comes in handy when retrieving Kory's errant Nerf darts. He loves stuff like outer space, red shoes, sriracha sauce, and Tycho.

Steve

Steve is a supersmart, mostly pleasant guy with a penchant for sardonic vinyl toys and Diet Coke. He's an ardent music lover, and though his recent tastes skew toward post-modern shoegaze, he once willingly attended an Air Supply concert. It is rumored that he has quite a high IQ, which is plausible but unconfirmed by MENSA. Ever plagued by the notion that his brother is funnier and more popular, Steve is a lifelong overachiever. A serial early adopter, he is so enamored with technology that, though surrounded by the latest gadgetry, can’t part with his robust laser disc collection.

Teresa

Though confused by long division and cooking, Teresa can ideate, illustrate, and envisage like nobody's business. She is a trained goldsmith and pines for planishing hammers like most girls pine for shoes. She once met Pink Floyd, counted 17 shooting stars, and was seriously injured by a pot pie. When she's not directing FORM's design, she is probably etching silver, wandering around Utah, or smelling old books. She likes downtempo Icelandic compositional ambient music and spooning with her dog, Hugo.

Kory

Some of us suspect Kory is part robot, but since we rightfully fear robots, we're afraid to ask him if it's true. A real genius and clean code devotee, he drives FORM's programming and makes magic of the web. He's also one heck of a baker, guitar player and Apple junkie. He owns a bacon-scented air freshener and microwaveable pasta boat. He is digitizing his entire DVD collection (he's up to the Gs). There is enough music in Kory's iTunes library to provide astronauts a non-stop soundtrack for 9.3 trips to the Moon.

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Desktop Friday

An hour
to create.

The creative brainpower is palpable when the studio stops for Desktop Friday, an exercise designed to reset our creativity. A random topic. An hour to create. Who will crack under pressure? Who will lose it all in an epic crash? Who will go rogue and design in Play-Doh?

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Someone Said

Overheard and out of context. Hang around with us long enough, and you might find something you said posted here, too:

It's too Skittly.

I'm wing-dingin' it.

Did you just raise the roof on jQuery?

I just smelled fries in my head.

Well. I guess we're having stock photos for lunch.

No, YOU need megadoses of vitamin D.

It doesn't work in IE.

Sassy Cap'n McBeef O'Brady

I'm sitting down here with Hot Popcorn Hands.

I'm just not used to Kory wearing pants.

I don't know who you think you are, coming up in here with a taco.

An ice cream truck drove through this design.

Always cut toward your innards.

Your sweat smells like Dolce & Gabbana.

It's like Top Chef, but with vodka.

The wild cheeses grow aplenty here.

You look at your astronaut food. I'm gonna work.

Teresa, you haven't given me an answer, you've only given me s*!%.

It's too sausagy.

Is hot dog one word or two?

You see that giant hot dog?

Internet Explorer is ruining this.

I'm trying to use your design elements but I'm not sure I like them.

It'll be in the Someone Said that's in your heart.

It's broken.

It should be a little Burt Reynolds.

I'm going to pull out the Real Joe Pesci Hat.

Oh, sorry! I'll just rewrite the Web.

The meatball machine is broken.

I think I'm gonna have to set something on fire.

Come and get it, Sammy Hagar!

Is this the collective smell of humanity?

Salad's nasty.

I can still smell Steve.

What did you walk over here like Stone Cold Steve Austin for?

PBS is very : colon-y.

What can I say? I have uncontrollable eyebrows.

Can I be Josh for Halloween?

Remember when you threw décor at me?

No. They don't have have budget for robots.

I can't wait to put that on a T-shirt.

Did you say "jQuery" or "Katie Perry"?

No amount of money is worth your husband having a mustache.

Wait 'til I get this gas station food, then order in.

Is that horse wearing shorts?

It's not urgent, aside from the building being on fire.

Stop counting the dents in my can of food.

I'm dealing with some very important kangaroo things right now.

I wanna smell how cold it is.

I only got to Utah before I quit.

'M', as in Machu Picchu.

Murderer at nine o'clock!

Rhinos are a big deal.

It's like a pair of pants, for your car.

Please ignore me collating behind you.

Steve, you should come look at these sandwich pictures.

My goal is to live until 2085.

A person can be positive, AND also inappropriate.

It reminds me of an old calculator.

I'm gonna make websites out of wood.

I can handle a lot of Jeff Bridges in one movie.

I'm not giving my money to YouTube. YouTube is all horsey and gross.

This knob makes me want to get drunk.

It doesn't work in Safari.

That horse looks like Burt Russel Crowe.

Your hat smells like bologna.

Our sponsors are our butter, our members are our bread.

I said something about sausage, but I don't remember what it was.

Was that Rod Stewart?

(with sadness) I hate Internet Explorer.

Beige is not a color.

I just keep making ears by accident.

I keep thinking about that wolf tie.

I just wanna eat this sandwich.

I don't foresee whales having cell phones.

It's like a statue of my dog with a mustache on it.

Squirrels don't have pants.

This phone call is messing up my hair.

All caps, all the time.

I don't recall there being an h in leprechaun.

How am I supposed to get through my workday when I have to take care of all these tiny people in my phone?

Look at his bag of hot dog boxes on the floor!

He's magic. He's practically a leprechaun.

My version of a beard is a hat.

I'd go to a goat rodeo.

...And that is why you don't wear sandals to Blossom.

You're the Sherlock Holmes of the digital age.

Have you heard about the whaler-pirate guy?

I'll die if I smell like a hamster.

I've been thinking about that wolf tie.

I'm sorry I'm not a sock connoisseur.

Eating peaches with a spoon stinks.

You're always picked last and your pasta smells.

I've looked at that alpaca all day.

I just blew my nose in my notes.

These people drive like animals.

It was working a minute ago.

I'm no stranger to a rotten banana.

It's like, the Jedi.

It's like, I read books, but I also party.

This is not your grandmother's website!

Are pigs becoming extinct?

It's too Skynrdy.

Whoa! That's the monkey!

I didn't want to spend $40 on a banana costume.

1-2-3 Cheeseburger Lane!

Long story short... I'm a genius, and we don't need a new Roomba.

That's why I don't eat it out of a can; I eat it out of a bag.

That's why I'm walking away while you look at pictures of Rob Van Dam.

I don't like wearing pants.

I've never had much luck with rabbits.

There is no reason for Bob Evans.

Michael do you want something pumpkin-spiced?

The donut button isn't working.

It's dark and gloomy with zombies, but I think I'll keep my sunglasses on.

IE is the DMV of the Internet.

Location ID = 23 Bread Bowl = False (AKA: The Breadbowl Module is Broken.)

Must. Resist. Cacao.

I've been here before - I was looking for a baby!

They'll do anything for a ribbon and a hamburger.

What don't you think should be converted into a fish tank?

Gettin' mean... in a nice way.

I want a corn dog scented candle.

I had some chicken wings in my car that I was going to give you. 

There are four purses in my purse.

In Belgium, there's a tax for things that are too multitasky.

C'mon. Lemme see your turkey burgers.

Well, we have mustaches upstairs.

I dropped a pickle chip and it got caught in the wheels of my chair.

Facebook's telling me I'm fat.

How much bread would it take to feed a scorpion for a week?

It's like The Sixth Sense, but with tacos.

Pockets full of coffee.

I'm not at a place in my heart where I can eat a bear.

It's a torsional thing.

My middle toe went numb and I thought I had something in my shoe.

The 80's called and they want their wine back.

Steve, let's go somewhere, just you and me.

This tastes like Steve's car.

It smells like the 80s.

I've never seen the 80s.

If you had a hot dog roller and went shopping for sausages, things might change.

Steve's probably listening to Fiona Apple.

Entertainment Tonight is where dreams go to die.

You can't out-do the fish with sneakers.

I switched to the California Raisins pillowcase last night.

Lower case "m" is the best letter.

You wanna do hot dogs Friday?

I'd rather be Garamond than Papyrus.

We have flippage!

Something is wrong with the server.

I don't think real cowboys do this much ironing.

Move. You're where my Diet Coke goes.

It's like if I had muscles but with quarters.

I mean, how much Jeff Bridges can you have in one movie?

One time I set myself on fire.

That's just how I like my mugs: Cheap and Swiss.

I bought a Chewbacca shirt but I keep forgetting to wear it.

It wasn't like that a minute ago.

It looks, feels, and smells great!

The air doesn't taste like pancakes!

It's a pickle wearing a cape; I think it's self-explanatory.

Her abs look like a turtle shell.

Beige is not an image.

You reach into your heart and pull out a potholder.

Emotionally, my hands are in my pockets.

I'm bringing iFrames back.

You just have to hope for the best until it doesn't happen.

You do seem like the type of guy who'd drink pickle juice.

Let's see, so the chicken goes in the middle...

Batteries? Seriously? What is this, 1985?

I feel like I just try too much sometimes.

I'm going to look up thesaurus in the dictionary.

This sushi is quite delicious. If you like the taste of death.

Look at the eyes on that Red-Legged Honeycreeper!

I don't want to chase the red sweater. I just want to buy the red sweater.

Don't come at me with your popcorn problems.

Activate the chicken!

I want the whole tomato.

This is too helpful.

I'm programming in my head.

I can tell by the look on your face that you're not going to be of any help.

You can't ship pickles.

They're switchin' browsers and clearin' cookies!

I've been to New Jersey?

What's that band? 100 Haircuts?

It works!

It's like, the future.

I got this whole thing of Silly Putty stuck on my sleeve.

I know how I like my files: Large.

If it's not moist, I'm not interested in having it thrown on my desk.

I am the ghost of Tractor Supply Company. (spooky voice)

If the Long Island Medium were here, she'd freak out.

There's wine on your motherboard.

I can't juggle a fish, that's for sure.

Then I thought, why not just make it Helvetica?

I'm gonna rock that perm!

It's like a clown car of drawers.

No cults or dying, please. It's Friday.

Those stupid little pickles.

Why is there a piece of cheese in my purse?

Those weren't professional quality mustaches.

Never get into a fistfight with a puppeteer.

I'm sorry about the div.

Are we going to a place I can wear slippers?

I'm thinking like four, maybe five steps ahead of you.

Helvetica Light makes me think you're lying.

Try not to make it too caskety.

If this were a book, I would totally read it.

Mister-I'm-Never-Wrong!

I was working, until I got distracted by this Madonna song.

400 pounds plus adrenaline, and I could flip a car, easy.

Is that a convertible hearse?

I don't want this bacon on here any more.

But, Saul Bass already used all the good shapes.

I’m getting a full-on chest plate tattoo of FORM riding on the back of a magical unicorn to show my appreciation.

Acknowledge my math!

I wish I could draw RoboCop.

There's a lot of outer space.

It's like an easy bake oven for adults who like chicken.

I'd try human. (on the topic of cannibalism)

I had a pencil sharpener shaped like a boat.

I'm out here changing the Internet.

Fancy code is the only kind I write.

Why'd you put me out like that about the Lion King?

Can you Swissify it?

How would you get DNA from Elvis?