Seven days of motion design, kinetic posters and loud letterforms on the old ferry docks. Scroll fast and the city answers back. Scroll slow and it waits for you.
Scroll to acceleratePrinted on harbour tarpaulin and hung on cranes that swing every hour on the hour.
Letterforms slide across the grain silos from dusk until the last tram leaves the pier.
Nothing on the docks stands still. Not the type, not the crowd, not the gulls.
Hover any band to catch it mid-flight. Day passes open at dawn on the Monday; the docks fill fast.