you know, i have been working on a project for school where we were to design a mailer for an upscale retailer, a company who we had to choose from a short list provided to us by our teacher, who looks surpirisingly like Mrs. deagle from Gremlins.
just not as pretty. or nice. i dislike her. we argue constantly.every design i brought to her, from gorgeous ornate sketches of furniture to wild, crazy colors, being as the line at west elm right now is called "wild safari", she basically chewed them up, swallowed them, pulled her orthopedic hosiery down, open my bookbag, and shat them into it.
listen i knew to be a graphic designer i was going to have to curb my usual visual style a touch, but if one more teacher says to me, "michael, you have a very distinct visual style, personally, i love your work. but in this field it is about following the trends and just doing a job, not rewriting the whole design book."
i say, why not?
hey, i am an artist, for christ sake.
as pretentious as that sounds, it is fucking true, after all.
so, i will plug away, graduate, get a good job, and sit quietly and wait.
and then, when given the opportunity, i am going to do something crazy different.
and guess what, people will love it.
take that, mrs. deagle, and leave my fucking dog alone.
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