One vessel. One giant red octopus. Thirteen arms — and each one has a mind of its own.
Drift down through the deep — tap any creature to surface its legend. Four arms are still rising.
Red Octopus set out with a dream: a comfortable, creative place to make work that matters — and a boat brave enough to sail past the shallows where everyone else was fishing.
No two arms came from the same water. A cartographer, a light-bender, a treasure hunter — each drawn by the glow, each already a master of one craft and hungry for another.
They discovered the strange thing about this octopus: every arm thinks for itself, yet they never tangle. Strategy, creative, media and events move as one organism around each brand.
Four stations still glow empty, waiting. The crew grows the way the sea does — slowly, then all at once. The next arm could be yours.
Every arm reached the vessel from somewhere. There's room on the deck for one more.
Take an oar →