Design

I spent most of my childhood in a cramped Seattle apartment, trying to figure out how to make a few square feet feel like a sanctuary rather than a storage …

I spent most of my childhood in a cramped Seattle apartment, staring at the spines of old art books and trying to figure out why some rooms felt suffocating while …

I remember sitting on the floor of my childhood apartment in Seattle, surrounded by glossy, mass-produced furniture that felt as hollow as it looked. Everything was cheap, plastic, and destined …

I remember sitting in my parents’ cramped Seattle apartment, tracing the grain of a worn plywood bookshelf with my thumb while flipping through a dog-eared magazine on brutalism. I realized …

I remember sitting on the floor of my childhood apartment in Seattle, surrounded by a chaotic mess of old design magazines and tech journals, trying to figure out why certain …

I remember sitting in my tiny Seattle apartment, surrounded by stacks of brutalist photography books and sharp-edged tech magazines, feeling completely suffocated by the geometry of my own life. Everything …

I remember sitting on the floor of my parents’ Seattle apartment, surrounded by stacks of heavy architecture books, trying to figure out why my sketches never felt “real.” I’d spend …

I remember sitting on a milk crate in my tiny Seattle studio, hunched over a drawing tablet until my lower back felt like it was being compressed by a hydraulic …

I remember sitting on the floor of my childhood apartment in Seattle, surrounded by stacks of heavy, tactile art books and dog-eared tech magazines, trying to figure out why some …

I remember sitting on the floor of my childhood apartment in Seattle, surrounded by stacks of heavy art books and a single, mismatched wooden chair, trying to figure out why …