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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

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, 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.

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 enjoys the Avett Brothers, sourdough bread, and her big-small dog, Eloise. 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.

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.

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 round trips to the Moon.

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.

Ceci

Her great grandfather painted backdrops for the opera houses of Europe; 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 both 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.

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 production schedule, 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.

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. 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.

David

Despite his perpetually gentle demeanor, David is a former professional boxer who once garnered the title of Cleveland Golden Gloves Lightweight Champion. He loves Edward Hopper, 90s English emo and his sheep dog, Wesley. When he’s not running triathlons or dodging wild mustangs in the Arizona desert, he can be found whistling, raising goats and antiquing. He claims he brought his harmonica to FORM because it’s cool, but we suspect it’s really because his family asked him not to play it at home.

Teresa

Though confused by long division and cooking, Teresa can ideate, illustrate and envisage like nobody's business. She is a trained silversmith and studio jeweler and pines for hammers like most girls pine for shoes. She once met Pink Floyd, counted 17 shooting stars over the Colorado River, and was seriously injured by a pot pie. When she's not electroetching silver in cupric nitrate she can be found wandering in Utah, smelling old books, listening to Bach, and spooning with her Boston Terrier, Hugo.

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.

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.

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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:

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

I'm programming in my head.

Did you just raise the roof on jQuery?

It's like, the Jedi.

It's too Skynrdy.

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

Gettin' mean... in a nice way.

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

Sassy Cap'n McBeef O'Brady

Entertainment Tonight is where dreams go to die.

Then I thought, why not just make it Helvetica?

All caps, all the time.

Whoa! That's the monkey!

I'm no stranger to a rotten banana.

Always cut toward your innards.

Pockets full of coffee.

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

I'm sorry about the div.

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

Don't come at me with your popcorn problems.

Are we going to a place I can wear slippers?

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

I'd rather be Garamond than Papyrus.

There is no reason for Bob Evans.

It's like Top Chef, but with vodka.

I don't foresee whales having cell phones.

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

My goal is to live until 2085.

This is not your grandmother's website!

The wild cheeses grow aplenty here.

I want the whole tomato.

I've looked at that alpaca all day.

This is too helpful.

The meatball machine is broken.

I switched to the California Raisins pillowcase last night.

Stop counting the dents in my can of food.

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

I wanna smell how cold it is.

1-2-3 Cheeseburger Lane!

Try not to make it too caskety.

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

I'm gonna make websites out of wood.

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

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

It's a torsional thing.

There are four purses in my purse.

Never get into a fistfight with a puppeteer.

That horse looks like Burt Russel Crowe.

I wish I could draw RoboCop.

Must. Resist. Cacao.

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

Beige is not an image.

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

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

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

You can't ship pickles.

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

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

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

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

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

Your sweat smells like Dolce & Gabbana.

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

It's like, the future.

No, YOU need megadoses of vitamin D.

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

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

You wanna do hot dogs Friday?

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

Come and get it, Sammy Hagar!

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

It doesn't work in IE.

Steve's probably listening to Fiona Apple.

I can still smell Steve.

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

Can you Swissify it?

I've been thinking about that wolf tie.

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

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

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

These people drive like animals.

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

This phone call is messing up my hair.

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

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

Is that a convertible hearse?

(with sadness) I hate Internet Explorer.

Can I be Josh for Halloween?

Is this the collective smell of humanity?

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

It doesn't work in Safari.

You're always picked last and your pasta smells.

There's wine on your motherboard.

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

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

This knob makes me want to get drunk.

It's too Skittly.

C'mon. Lemme see your turkey burgers.

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

Squirrels don't have pants.

You see that giant hot dog?

Batteries? Seriously? What is this, 1985?

The air doesn't taste like pancakes!

It wasn't like that a minute ago.

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

I know how I like my files: Large.

Activate the chicken!

Mister-I'm-Never-Wrong!

But, Saul Bass already used all the good shapes.

You reach into your heart and pull out a potholder.

I'm wing-dingin' it.

I just keep making ears by accident.

Was that Rod Stewart?

Those weren't professional quality mustaches.

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

Facebook's telling me I'm fat.

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

Salad's nasty.

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

It's broken.

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

I keep thinking about that wolf tie.

A person can be positive AND inappropriate.

PBS is very : colon-y.

I don't like wearing pants.

Remember when you threw décor at me?

Look at the eyes on that Red-Legged Honeycreeper!

It should be a little Burt Reynolds.

I'm bringing iFrames back.

I'm just not used to Kory wearing pants.

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

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

Is hot dog one word or two?

Her abs look like a turtle shell.

Fancy code is the only kind I write.

It looks, feels, and smells great!

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

An ice cream truck drove through this design.

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

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

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

This tastes like Steve's car.

Those stupid little pickles.

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

Michael do you want something pumpkin-spiced?

How would you get DNA from Elvis?

Eating peaches with a spoon stinks.

Murderer at nine o'clock!

Please ignore me collating behind you.

It's too sausagy.

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

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

There's a lot of outer space.

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

Internet Explorer is ruining this.

We have flippage!

The donut button isn't working.

They're switchin' browsers and clearin' cookies!

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

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

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

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

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

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

I just wanna eat this sandwich.

Rhinos are a big deal.

Beige is not a color.

I feel like I just try too much sometimes.

I just smelled fries in my head.

Helvetica Light makes me think you're lying.

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

I've never seen the 80s.

Is that horse wearing shorts?

Are pigs becoming extinct?

It's like a clown car of drawers.

Emotionally, my hands are in my pockets.

It was working a minute ago.

I want a corn dog scented candle.

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

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

I'm sitting down here with Hot Popcorn Hands.

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

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

Lower case "m" is the best letter.

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

Steve, you should come look at these sandwich pictures.

You're the Sherlock Holmes of the digital age.

Your hat smells like bologna.

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

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

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

'M', as in Machu Picchu.

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

My version of a beard is a hat.

I just blew my nose in my notes.

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

I'm gonna rock that perm!

I've never had much luck with rabbits.

Well, we have mustaches upstairs.

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

I'd go to a goat rodeo.

Why is there a piece of cheese in my purse?

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

[referring to welding] One time I set myself on fire.

IE is the DMV of the Internet.

Move. You're where my Diet Coke goes.

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

What can I say? I have uncontrollable eyebrows.

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

I had a pencil sharpener shaped like a boat.

What's that band? 100 Haircuts?

Have you heard about the whaler-pirate guy?

It works!

I've been to New Jersey?

I can't wait to put that sum@*$#& on a T-shirt!

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

Acknowledge my math!

Something is wrong with the server.

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

It reminds me of an old calculator.