Hybrid work splits the week in two. Some days the commute is a train, a bus and a walk in the rain. The rest of the time it is fourteen steps from the bed to the desk, and those are the days this bag keeps score of.
The artwork borrows the language of a finished workout. One thick ring sits closed all the way round, Today's commute rides above it, and a huge 14 fills the centre with steps set small beneath. Goal crushed lands underneath in heavy condensed type. Two flat spot inks and one ring. There is no watch, no app and nothing borrowed from anyone's screen.
Long shoulder handles and a roomy interior, for the laptop, the charger and the rare commute that needs shoes.
It goes to the coworker who comes in on Tuesdays and brags about it, the partner who packs the laptop just to carry it to the kitchen table, or the friend who counts the office days like away games. Bought for yourself first, then for whoever knows exactly how far the spare room is.
Carrying the record.
