Oh how I miss her…
I went digging through my archives, looking for something entirely different, and found this gem; one of my many incomplete essays. As a read it I ached a little. I could feel my excitement, joy, and love for design. Where has it gone? It seems it’s been ages since I felt this kind of affection or devotion to design. I want it back
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Do you remember those conversations you’d have at 1 am with your design school compatriots? Those conversations about what you should do, what you’d be willing to do, the ethics of design and communication, the things that make design fierce and great, the idealism and purity of the design lifestyle. Do you remembering having that conversation about how special and unique design is and how important it was that we be Designers because design is important and being a Designer wasn’t something just anyone could be.
I want to have one of those…
Creation and Stewardship
Some designers work project to project, others belong to a “permanent” team, either way, good designers invest a lot of time and expertise into designing the messages they are tasked with, but the work doesn’t stop at creation, or iteration.
Chances are you are not the first designer your company or client has worked with. They likely have a plethora of work already archived. Some of which you will, at the least, be in charge of keeping track of, but more likely asked to update and/or recycle. Now right here I could trail off tangentially but design recycling deserves it’s own post so we’ll stick with stewardship for now.
There is something unsettling and strangely intimate about opening up someone else’s files. You can begin to get a sense of someone’s design idiosyncrasies. And with that intimate knowledge you have been trusted to, at a minimum, maintain the integrity of the work, but in some case improve upon it…
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