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Dmax is Expanding: Additional Graphic Designers Needed. Full Time.

Dmax is one of Malta’s leading branding companies serving mostly international clients in Malta, Germany & the UK. Read about us at dmaxstudios.co.uk


We are looking for experienced pre-press designers with knowledge of desktop publishing and corporate identity design. Being able to work within a multinational team of branding & studio professionals, developing innovative concepts for international clients is an integral
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Applicants must be conversant in the use of mainstream studio design software (such as Freehand, In-design, Page Maker and Photoshop).


Having a drive for outstanding ideas, a distinctive sense of style and related work experience will be considered as assets. Excellent command of English is a must.


Above average conditions commensurate with experience will be offered to the chosen candidate(s).


Send Application, CV plus a portfolio of industry-related works which you have created (in pdf format) by email to ceo@dmax.tv. Closing date: 6th December 2007.

Our Studios in Malta are at Dmax House, (Branding Dept.) No. 5 Saviour Street, Attard. Malta EU

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