Use Me

I make websites. That’s it. That’s the whole CV, more or less. I can’t do much else and I’ve mostly stopped pretending otherwise.

School was bad—not because I was stupid, but because I was always somewhere else. While other people did homework I was at my computer making things. Layouts. Graphics. Learning Photoshop the way you learn an instrument: by obsession, by spending hours on something pointless, by getting incrementally less embarrassed by what comes out. I’ve worked through most of the Adobe lineup. HTML, PHP, CSS—give me the code and I’ll make something worth looking at. I’m more at home on a Mac, but I’ve never had the luxury of insisting on it.

What I want is a job where someone lets me do this thing I know how to do. An apprenticeship, an internship, whatever gets me in the door. Media design, web design, something in that space. The city doesn’t matter—Munich, Berlin, Melbourne. I’m not attached to geography.

There’s a specific kind of desperation in knowing exactly what you’re good at and having nowhere to put it yet. Posting a job wanted ad on a blog felt humiliating in a way that also made a kind of sense: if you were going to hire a web designer, you were probably reading design blogs in 2007. The audience was right. I just needed one of them to do something about it.

Adopt me. I’ll make you beautiful things.