Journal.

Essay06 September 20264 min read

It was late in the evening, and I was sitting in my apartment thinking about a new programme I had been asked to work on. I wasn’t looking for a style. I was trying to find something deeper. the visual DNA of the programme. Something simple enough to sit underneath everything else and strong enough

Essay06 September 20265 min read

It was sometime in the morning, and the Design Room had settled into its usual rhythm. I was at my desk checking one of the previous requests, with a coffee sitting beside my keyboard. Around me, the other designers were absorbed in their screens, while the live feeds ran quietly on the wall monitors.

Essay06 September 20266 min read

Twenty minutes to air a breaking-news request landed on the screen in front of me. It needed graphics, and whatever we produced had to be ready for the next broadcast. The phone rang almost immediately.

Essay30 August 20263 min read

Design room is never just about design, it is also about people. Deadlines, Decisions, Trust, Egos, Misunderstandings, Responsibility, Compromise. And occasionally, very good ideas appearing at exactly the wrong moment.