Direction A

the world you keep

Strike Anywhere

The invitation isn't a card you open once — it's a cocktail matchbook worth stealing off the bar, the exact kind Zoe collects, still in someone's junk drawer a year later.

flat colour, thick outline hot pink on cream Peaches, one cameo the QR is the striking strip no gradients, no foil

Six years behind the buyer's desk, Zoe watched every "female-founded spritz" launch look identical — sage green, a thin serif, a linen tablecloth. Club Peach started as a joke label she mocked up for her own 30th, the punch her run-club friends wouldn't let her stop making. Two years of kitchen-counter R&D later the first five thousand cans land in August, and the launch comes home to the same Greenpoint blocks as that birthday. This world hands guests an object, not an announcement: a matchbook you pocket, strike, and keep.

— Strike Anywhere, p.1

Warm timber-beamed Brooklyn loft by day, cans on the bar

the object — a stack of cocktail matchbooks, the exact thing Zoe keeps in a drawer, flat-printed and pocket-sized

Peaches — the pink peach in sunglasses, drawn flat and cheeky, one cameo and no more

Hot Pink

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Lead

Orange Soda

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Support

the room before doors — the timber loft off the East River, warm light, the cans already on the bar

Type specimen

Club Peach

display — Archivo Black, 900 (the logo)

Thursday · 17 September · 8pm

text — Bodoni Moda italic (inside the flap)

one bold logo, then a quiet serif — a matchbook cover and its inner panel

the palette as paper — hot pink, orange soda and ink, colour-blocked on cream, never blended

the one finish — flat hot-pink spot-colour on uncoated cream stock, at print scale; no foil

uncoated cream board, a slight tooth — cheap to print, impossible to throw away

Ink

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Ink

The object, taken apart

striking strip · die-cut, doubles as the pre-order QR
cover · hot-pink spot-colour, Peaches once
uncoated cream board · matchbook-proportion gatefold

Three layers, bottom to top, in the order it is actually made. Hover or focus to separate them.

The object — Zoe collects vintage cocktail matchbooks and asked for a matchbook nod "somewhere"; here the whole invitation is one, so it gets pocketed and kept, not opened once.

Peaches — the cream can's hot-pink peach-in-sunglasses mascot makes exactly one cameo per piece, so she never takes over the suite the way the brief warns against.

The one finish — no gold foil (the brief bans it); the rationed "special" is the flat hot-pink spot-colour and the die-cut striking strip that doubles as the scannable QR.

How this world lands

InvitationA matchbook-proportion gatefold; Peaches on the cover, details inside the flap, the pre-order QR inside the striking strip.

SuiteEach piece holds three flat colours; the striking-strip band becomes the QR / RSVP zone across the set.

Signage & spaceThe wordmark and Peaches blown up in the venue's painted-sign register, the QR big enough to scan across the room.

DigitalThe CP mark reduces to a one-colour sticker that survives at can-top scale — the residue that outlives the party.

Guest arcRide the peach elevator up → pocket a matchbook at the door → strike the QR for the first pour → keep it for a year.

Still open in this world

Whether a matchbook can be posted. The whole idea is an object worth stealing off the bar and keeping for a year. It is also a gatefold with a die-cut strip going through the mail, and no envelope has been decided.
Whether a striking strip that is really a QR still reads as a striking strip. It has to work as both, and a QR needs quiet margins that a strike strip does not have.
Whether one Peaches cameo per piece is a rule anyone will keep. She is the most likeable thing in either world, which is precisely why the brief warns against her taking over.
Whether a matchbook without matches is a joke that lands. Nobody has decided whether real matches are in it — and that decision changes the object, the cost and the postage completely.

Direction B

the world you post

Club Peach Is Real

A house party thrown by a magazine — the invitation is the front page, "CLUB PEACH IS REAL AND IT'S IN A CAN" set as the splash headline, built to be photographed the second it lands.

ink ground, night edition Bodoni splash headline hot-pink cover-flash column-rule copy printed to be posted

the way in — the freight elevator wrapped in peach vinyl, glowing pink into the dark

the night it breaks — the loft under hot-pink light, the skyline in the window, the room the headline is about

Hot Pink

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Lead

Orange

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Support

the palette in print — hot pink, orange and cream reversed on ink, straight off the press

Type specimen

It's Real

display — Bodoni Moda (the splash headline)

The First Pour · 8pm · Greenpoint

text — Archivo, tracked caps (cover-lines)

a masthead serif shouting, a grotesque doing the cover-lines

the cover-flash — a hot-pink newsstand burst where the cover photo would go; the suite's loud stamp

uncoated ink stock, newsprint weight — it creases by last call, and that's the point

the one finish — cream and hot-pink reversed on uncoated ink stock, at print scale; no foil

Peach Cream

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Ink

DJ Honeydew · the disco set

Doors at eight, the first pour, then Zoe says a short thing and the can-design reveal drops with the pre-order QR. DJ Honeydew runs the disco till a late-night cart of bodega chopped-cheese sliders; last call, take a four-pack home. "Peach fuzz & disco" — the design has to hold its own in that light and still photograph loud.

The night it breaks — Zoe asked for "a house party thrown by a magazine" for a room full of media who'd sooner screenshot a headline than repost a card; the invitation is that headline.

The cover-flash — a newsstand burst stands in for the cover photograph, so the loud graphic does the work no illustration is allowed to do here — Peaches sits this world out.

The one finish — cream and hot pink reversed on uncoated ink stock, no foil; it's meant to look printed and posted, and to crease like a real paper by the end of the night.

How this world lands

InvitationA folded front page — masthead, "CLUB PEACH IS REAL" splash, the run-of-show as column copy, QR below the fold.

SuiteColumn rules and a masthead replace every border; the hot-pink cover-flash recurs as the loud stamp.

Signage & spaceA blown-up masthead banner at the door, cream reversed on ink, the QR as a cover-flash you can't miss.

DigitalThe launch page opens like a front page; the guest's name can run as the byline, not a greeting.

Guest arcStep off the pink elevator into the headline → photograph the splash → scan the flash to pre-order → post it before the DJ starts.

Still open in this world

Whether a newspaper crumples the right way. Newsprint weight that creases by last call is the point, and it is also the piece a guest is meant to keep and photograph at the end of the night.
Whether the splash headline survives being written by us. “Club Peach is real and it's in a can” is the best line on the board. It is also the founder's voice, and nobody has asked her to write the rest of the front page.
Whether column rules can replace every border on nine pieces. It is the rule that makes this a paper rather than a pastiche of one, and a place card has no columns to rule.
Whether leaving Peaches out is brave or a loss. This world sits her out entirely so the graphic does the work. She is the thing on the can that guests will actually recognise.

The choice

What the choice turned on

Both worlds are hot pink and built to be photographed. One is pocketed; the other is posted.

A — Strike AnywhereBUILT

You want the thing kept — a cocktail matchbook worth stealing off the bar, the exact kind Zoe collects, still in someone's junk drawer a year later. The QR is the striking strip.

B — Club Peach Is Real

You want the thing seen — a house party thrown by a magazine, the invitation as a front page with the splash headline set in Bodoni, built to be photographed the second it lands.

	A · Strike Anywhere	B · Club Peach Is Real
The object	A matchbook gatefold, pocket-sized.	A folded front page.
Ground	Cream, flat colour, thick outline.	Ink black — the night edition.
The display face	Archivo Black — the logo does the shouting.	Bodoni Moda — the headline does.
Where the guest's name goes	Inside the flap, small.	On the byline — they wrote the story.
The QR	The striking strip.	The cover-flash.
Signage	The wordmark in a painted-sign register.	A blown-up masthead banner at the door.
After the night	A physical souvenir that survives in a drawer.	A photograph that survives on a feed.

Direction A — Strike Anywhere — is the world that was built. Every piece in the suite descends from it; Club Peach Is Real was not carried forward.

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