Marcel Winatschek

The Design in My Head

I can’t pinpoint when design became the thing I cared about. It was probably somewhere in those early years with comics, that first moment of realizing someone had deliberately made a choice about every line and color on the page. Growing up, I did what everyone else did—watched TV, idolized firemen, went through the standard childhood. But somewhere in there, that design part stuck.

The Internet came along at exactly the right time. It showed me that design was something people actually did with their lives, that you could spend years thinking about how things looked and worked. Before that, I didn’t have words for what I noticed in comics or album covers or packaging. After that, I understood I wasn’t alone in caring about these things.

Looking back now, I see it was always there—in everything I was drawn to, just waiting for the rest of the world to catch up with what I already knew mattered.