There will be no Asahi, Cobra or Starpromen.

There will be no more participation.

There will be no quoting.

There will be no show of support from six partner organisations in the form of logos at the bottom of the page.

There will be no three hour lunch meetings.

There will be no matt finish flyers.

There will be no more fees available.

There will bo no crossing, transversing or merging of disciplines.

There will be no interns waiting around awkwardly.

There will be no more cheap hotel rooms or euro-couch-surfing.

There will be no marvelling at the multi-cultural diversity.

There will be no minimalist adverts with a bold colour pallette and sans-serif font.

There will be no institutional backlashing.

There will be no clever multi-layered referencing that is executed far too easily for the amount of bull-shit written around it.

There will be no sour middle-class irony at play.

There will be no more collections of folded and sometimes soggy A4 Press Releases in your pocket the next morning.

There will be no question of was he at Goldsmiths or the Royal College.

There will be no poorly attended community workshop.

There will be no back-breaking Taschen available.

 

It all ends here and now.

A new departure for Sam Curtis starting soon.