As I sit there on a Thursday afternoon, with the taste of last night’s ridiculous amounts of wine and even more ridiculous amounts of pizza still in my mouth and/or gut, anxiously awaiting feedback on some images we just finished for a client, I find myself excited to write for the first time in a long time. Okay, for the first time ever.
Lately I have been reading a lot of blogs, really reading them instead of just scanning them for pretty pictures, and it has actually inspired me to get off my ass and do something. Instead of just looking for clever writing tones and authors actually being honest, not just with their words but to their readers, I have decided to become what I was in search of.
Rough and Uncut.
I wish I had the timing and wittiness of Bukowski; instead I just have the drinking habit (which I’m not calling a problem). Back to me sitting here—while waiting for these damn comments I find myself doing what any young designers does when they have a spare second and a steady Internet connection. I skim the usual suspects: designboom, Dezeen,
That’s all for now.
Back to real life.