Design

I spent most of my early twenties hunched over a thrifted, mid-century desk that looked incredible in photos but felt like a torture device after twenty minutes of layout work. …

I remember sitting on the floor of my childhood apartment in Seattle, surrounded by stacks of old Architectural Digest issues and a mess of fabric swatches I’d scavenged from local …

I remember sitting on the floor of my childhood apartment in Seattle, surrounded by a chaotic pile of old tech magazines and half-finished sketches, trying to figure out why my …

I remember sitting in my tiny Seattle apartment, hunched over a thrifted wooden kitchen chair that was never meant for eight-hour design sprints. My neck felt like it was being …

I remember sitting in my cramped Seattle apartment, staring at a design brief that demanded “depth” but offered zero direction. I had these massive, overly complex vector files cluttering my …

I remember sitting in my childhood apartment in Seattle, staring at that one aggressive, clinical overhead light that turned our entire living room into a sterile hospital waiting room. It …

I remember sitting on the floor of my parents’ Seattle apartment, surrounded by stacks of heavy, matte-finish design books, trying to figure out why some marks just felt right while …

I remember sitting on the floor of my childhood apartment in Seattle, surrounded by stacks of old typography magazines, trying to figure out why certain rooms felt like a chaotic …

I remember sitting in my parents’ cramped Seattle apartment, surrounded by stacks of old Architectural Digest magazines and a single, flickering monitor, trying to figure out why some digital spaces …

I remember sitting on the floor of my childhood apartment in Seattle, surrounded by stacks of heavy, tactile art books that felt more “real” than anything on a screen. Back …