I think there is an unspoken idea that’s permeated the design world that says the most successful, admired, and authentic designers are the ones who work with up and coming hipster brands, drink buckets of coffee while wearing thick-rimmed glasses, and are highly accomplished in hand lettering / photography / illustration / whatever fine art genre fits the bill. In a way, I think we all aspire to be these people, but what happens when that picture isn’t true to who you are as a person?
Read More