During a stint working at Zibibbo, I realised I had endured one too many bollockings and a few too many seventy hour weeks. I was missing mental stimulus and a life so I knew I had to give university another go. I made the decision to go to design school on a whim and at the last minute. Only a fortnight prior to the start of term was when I called to see if places in the course were still available. I signed my name immediately. My intention to study, however, was aforethought but I had been feeling unsure of my decision to study business. This would be my second time around and I wished to make it successful so, with lectures impending, I had a brainwave that put me in the right direction.
Instantly it was clear to me that everything I had been reading for pleasure was related to design. The blogs I regularly followed featured clothing, furniture, home ware, art and technology and the designers responsible for their creation. I was enthusiastic about the mechanics of time-pieces to pens, things made to last and full of integrity but really any object or idea that was innovative or had aesthetic and was honest.
I have been actively creative as long as I can remember. Cooking I realise has been the latest outlet. Recently I have been making or improving my clothes which is an ongoing collaboration with my girlfriend, a talented seamstress herself. We like mixed media in clothing. I don’t know exactly which direction in design I’ll take but my interest lies in sustainable and environmentally friendly design. Furniture and interiors grab my attention too so I’ll keep an open mind. And at this stage I would like to focus on developing the skills to get me started.
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