Some ten years ago there was a lad who was rather lost in the world. He was a staunch defender of the idea that people don’t know anything about anything, and he used that as an excuse to have a completely carefree attitude to everything. His mobile phones barely lasted two hot meals, he forgot to add fillings to his sandwiches, and he never remembered where he had parked his moped. He always forget things, though despite everything he still had clear aims. Aims which were unachievable due to his chaotic philosophy.
His mother, fed up of worrying whether he had forgotten to breathe, designed him a diary. A planner that could be used to orientate him. A tool that was capable of putting his acts and ideas in order. While not imposing a fixed way of working, she did create a simple tool for him to set down the steps he should follow. Now this lad is a trapeze artist, writes about light bulbs and has a company selling organic wigs. Even though these are not conventional occupations, they are his life objectives, and he was able to achieve them thanks to a planner born out of maternal desperation. This planner and its remarkable impact was crying out to be sold. In this way Octagon Design was born.