Lights out, first light
Two of our first apps live at the edges of the day: the last lamp of the evening, and the first minutes after waking. What those hours ask of an app.
Depuis l’atelier
L’encre est encore fraîche.
De courts textes sur notre façon de penser les apps, et sur ce que leur fabrication ne cesse de nous apprendre.
Its own weather
The morning at the top of this page: one wind through every blade and petal, a mist that rises while you read, and a house that keeps a lamp lit after dark.
Born before you
Sensei is written with two characters: before, and life. What a good teacher does, and why we named a studio of small apps after one.