Jo’s job mainly consists of coming up with ideas and vaguely bossing people around, as well as writing, sourcing content and proofing the mag. In her spare time she plays air guitar, watches The Colbert Report, eats Lebanese food and collects ugly 1960s furniture. Has been known to play Led Zeppelin in the office.
Sophie is the nearest thing frankie has to Augustus Gloop – she would happily get sucked up a pipe and maimed by Oompa Loompas if it meant she got to swim in a river of chocolate and gulp down as much as she could eat. Our ed assistant is an all-round writer, interviewer, researcher and helper-outer for the mag, as well as being in charge of all blog posts, e-newsletters and social media shenanigans. She likes early ’90s music, crosswords and perving on pooches.
Emily makes all manner of things look pretty for frankie, and also flexes her design muscles for our gentleman's publication, Smith Journal. She likes dark chocolate, surprises, a big bunch of roses and chugging back some amber ale. A self-professed nanna type, her one and only dislike is staying up after 10pm.
If you see frankie anywhere outside of mag land – sponsoring gigs, running market stalls, throwing parties, giving people delicious treats – then Ken Done-loving Brendan is the one behind it. frankie's token male can often be found draped in Cosby-style jumpers, debriefing on the latest camp reality TV show and flexing his green thumbs with some indoor gardening. A word to the wise: never serve him anything that includes coriander.
Vanessa is across all areas of frankie press business, from marketing to circulation to subscriptions and loads in between. A bit like a magazine ninja. Or Transformer, if you will. She has a lot on her plate, but gobbles it all up with a smile. Also on the Vanessa menu: tall bearded men, camping, op-shopping, balcony gardens, puns. Off the menu due to her not liking them: cats, tea, eggs, waking up early.
The youngest (but probably coolest) of the frankie family, Jes spends her days face-first in a pile of magazines, trundling around in a smart pair of loafers and looking after ad clients across Victoria. She believes in the power of daily vitamins and drinking plenty of water, and you'll never find her getting about in a pair of rubber thongs.
Like a one-woman band of the businessy kind, Bree is a talented multi-tasker. Whether she's working on production, digital or doing her part in HR, our resident potty-mouth and rap fan does it all with a laugh, and Eminem blasting from her headphones. Likes: beer, movies, Mexican food. Dislikes: ballet and excessive selfies.
As GM, Gaye has her fingers in all sorts of frankie pies, and spends her days talking paper stock, print runs, budgets and other office-related stuff. Ways to describe her include: Chunky Move junkie, lover of fresh air and natural light, and aspiring collector of mid-century Australian furniture. Has an aversion to Styrofoam and plastic or paper food containers.
Heading up the frankie advertising troupe, Lane has a soft spot for walking up mountains then jumping straight off (with a paraglider strapped on tightly, of course). Our resident daredevil is also fond of gin, pugs and working her way through old English classics, but nothing makes her crankier than toilet paper that's been mounted on the wall the wrong way. Except maybe mosquitoes.
Clare is the baker of the frankie office, keeping our kitchen stocked and tummies stuffed with all manner of cakes, cookies and wonuts (look it up!). The rest of the time she's bringing the love to ad directory clients around Australia and overseas, chit-chatting about her two teeny sausage dogs, and hiding under an excessive collection of resin necklaces and bangles. You'll find her shaking her fist at bad drivers and anyone who says a bad word against Billy Joel.
Aimee is frankie's token New Zealander, and our go-to for all kinds of choice Kiwi slang. She spends her time making and designing cute things for our frankie projects – and is a bit of a whiz with the camera, too. Likes: cats, beer, ukuleles. Dislikes: tangled cords, public transport jerks.