I don’t have a story about the first time I knew I wanted to be a designer.
I remember drawing a lot. Not very well, but a lot. I’d fill out the margins of my school notebooks with sinewy aliens, mechanical constructs from another world, unhistoric architecture, anything I could do to keep from plugging into the lesson at hand. I remember drawing type all over a folder when I was younger; the names of my favorite bands—the details of which, I’ll spare you (or, more likely, myself).
And while there's nothing all that remarkable (or maybe even mentionable) about my story, I know that somewhere in that narrative, I fell head over heels with the idea of working on things together.Read More