I Make Websites

There’s not much to it, really. I make websites. Design them, code them, make them beautiful. Everything else is noise. I could tell you about the Adobe products I know inside out—Photoshop, Dreamweaver, Fireworks—or how I move equally well on Mac and Windows, though the Mac is where I actually live. I could talk about HTML, PHP, CSS, all of it. But the truth is simpler: you give me a brief and I make something good from it. That’s the job. That’s always been the job.

School was a disaster. Genuinely useless. I was the kid at the computer while everyone else was pretending to care about whatever they were supposed to care about. That’s not false modesty—I actually couldn’t do the things they wanted me to do. Math, the classics, whatever. But the second I had access to design tools, the second I could open Photoshop and actually *make* something, everything else disappeared. Years of sitting in front of a screen, learning by doing, figuring out how to turn an idea into pixels into a working website. That’s my education. That’s all I needed.

I’m good at what I do. I know this about myself the way you know if you can play an instrument—there’s no false confidence in it, just clarity. I can speak English fine, German better. I’m not difficult to work with. The money stuff, the business administration angle, the corporate machinery—that bores me and I’m not going to pretend otherwise. But give me a design problem and I’ll solve it.

Geography doesn’t matter to me. Munich, Berlin, Melbourne, anywhere. I’m the kind of person who picks up and goes. You want someone who can drop into a new city and make gorgeous websites while adapting to whatever environment you throw at him? I’m that person. Cosmopolitan, a little alternative, willing to go anywhere the work is.

That’s what I have to offer. Not some polished pitch or a brand or a network. Just: I’m good at this, I love this, I’ll work for you if the work makes sense. The rest is just logistics.