Ten years ago today, I boarded United Airlines flight 955 from London Heathrow to San Francisco. Here’s what happened next.
Freelancing can sometimes feel like a roller coaster of emotions, and this post finds me at one of its lowest points. Eight months in, now seems like a good time to consider the ride taken so far, and consolidate some of the lessons learnt.
Though memories of my time at university grow ever murkier, one incident still stands out.
For the last few years I’ve employed a little life hack: signing up my future self to things I would ordinarily avoid.
Finding parallels between redecorating my house and redesigning a website.
For the last year I’ve been working at the Guardian under the leadership of a creative director. I’ve never worked with a creative director before – at least not in the traditional sense – and have found this to be a fascinating yet also frustrating experience; for the first time in my career I’ve not the been the arbiter of good taste.
A brief thought about collaboration.
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