Jannick Guillou


Graphic Art Direction + Bespoke Surface Design & Large Decorative Pieces for Set Decoration + Lead Graphic Designer for Films & TV 

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Films (selected credits)

The Nun II 
Mon Crime
Notre Dame Brûle
L’innocent
The French Dispatch
Bronx
Radioactive
The White Crow
Mission: Impossible - Fallout
Colette
Befikre
Magic in The Moonlight
Paris Can Wait
By The Sea
Une Rencontre
Isn't it Romantic
The Program
Joyeuse Retraite


TV (selected credits)

The Gilded Age
Emily in Paris / S02
The Plot Against America

Family Business
The Romanoff
Black Earth Rising
Maigret / S02
Maigret / S01
Time After Time

Theater & more (other projects)

Black Comedy
Neon Signs
Intermarché (commercial) 
Video
Movie Posters & DVD Covers
Je Croyais [...]
Dance, kiss anyone you like



A selection of work is available to view on this website, however please email for a selection of more up to date examples of as yet unreleased work and I will send you a PDF version of my Portfolio, thanks !

Bureaucracy and Labyrinth,
Perfect Crimes of the Self and City




  • Franz Kafka (Prague, Czech Republic, 1883-1924) was a German-speaking Bohemian novelist and short-story writer, widely regarded as one of the major figures of 20th-century literature.
It is claimed that the doorkeeper does not know the inside of the Law, only the path outside the entrance which he has to keep walking up and down. The ideas he has of the inside are considered childish, and it is assumed that he himself fears the things he wants to make the man afraid of.


  • Jorge Luis Borges (Buenos Aires, Argentina, 1899-1986) was an Argentine short-story writer, essayist, poet and translator, and a key figure in Spanish-language and universal literature.
I imagined a labyrinth of labyrinths, a maze of mazes, a twisting, turning, ever-widening labyrinth that contained both past and future and somehow implied the stars. Absorbed in those illusory imaginings, I forgot that I was a pursued man; I felt myself, for an indefinite while, the abstract perceiver of the world. The vague, living countryside, the moon, the remains of the day did their work in me; so did the gently downward road, which forestalled all possibility of weariness. The evening was near, yet infinite.