A workflow-automation landing page in black and lime where one stream of light runs the whole length of the site: a lime ring counts the page in and folds away into the logo, a live refund flow runs inside a tilting glass window in the hero, a plate opens out of the logo and folds back into it mid-page, and every section from a Tuesday dashboard to a pricing meter you drag arrives out of focus and settles like a precise mechanism.

A private-relay protocol’s launch page told as one long camera move through a dandelion drawn in light: the page opens through a keyhole onto the plant swaying once in a night field where a fire front creeps, the head turns and lets its seeds go as you scroll, a flower opens where the core was and an iris gathers in the dark after it, readings fly off with the petals, and six screens of copy set with a script S take their turns over the same stretch of scroll, from “Send first. Be seen later” to an invitation to be someone else’s first hop.

A specialty coffee house one-pager where a drawn cup fills and pours away to open the page, a bag and cup of beans stand in a lit studio you can grab and spin, four product cards lean toward your hand, an iced latte turns on a clock face as you scroll, coffee beans drift weightless behind a tilted cup, and a thermal printer feeds your receipt out of its slot.

A Formula 1 driver's site where the helmet burns off his portrait as the page loads and comes back only where your cursor has just been, the season's circuit runs a lap when you reach it, and every block after that lands over the last one like a stack of cards.

A Formula 1 driver's site where the helmet burns off his portrait as the page loads and comes back only where your cursor has just been, the season's circuit runs a lap when you reach it, and every block after that lands over the last one like a stack of cards.

A photogrammetry bust on a porcelain stage that burns in as the curtain lifts, dissolves into a live blue fire-field as you scroll, and sends its own wireframe travelling across the screen to assemble a chromed "AI" — before seven photographs fold round a box and the invitation rides up on a tilting blue plane.

A near-black outerwear concept drawn on a lattice that lights up in squares under your cursor, where a lacquered, iridescent jacket travels down the page from one screen to the next — turning to your hand, sleeves trailing a beat behind — and every label decodes out of static as it arrives.

A dark room where a figure stands watching a wall of televisions — the lens drifts after your cursor and racks focus onto whatever set you touch, then flies past the wall, through two lines standing in the fog, and finds a portfolio assembling itself out of the haze.