The piece that’s probably the most important to me is Marcel Duchamp’s Fountain. When I first became aware of it during my foundation year, it blew my tiny mind. The way it subverted the self-importance and snobbery of the art world and challenged practically every aesthetic and conceptual norm was a moment of pure genius, and the more I read about it, the more devastatingly brilliant it seemed. It represents a single, incisive perception that split the art world neatly down the middle, and it’s still reverberating through all the creative disciplines over a century later.
Motorcycle Boy
Alexander McQueen. Always. I always loved that he talked like a regular person, but the way he expressed himself visually was so bloody visceral it kind of transcended language altogether, his work is best described using a bunch of feelings rather than a bunch of words. He was a true artist.
My first electric guitar. Christmas nineteen-eighty-something. Didn’t appreciate it at the time (I wanted a skateboard), but it’s probably the gift that’s given me the most pleasure over the last 25 years or so.
William Eggleston. He confused the hell out of me for years with his ‘democratic’ photography, but I finally get it.
Nothing. My mum always said I didn’t value my things, and it’s only relatively recently I realised that it was a compliment.
I can’t imagine having a favourite website. I use Zwift a lot, but I’m not sure that’s the same thing. My iPhone tells me that I spend most of my time on the Chess.com app. I have a friend in the UK with whom I always have a game ongoing, and he’s currently considerably better than me. Up with this I will not put.
I seem to be surrounded by old art and design magazines. It’s not deliberate, so I couldn’t call it a collection. I have simply failed to declutter for twenty consecutive years. I also found a box with maybe 50 cameras in it the other day, so I guess I accidentally collect those too.
The blank page. I’m very much a ‘starter’, so the time from receiving the brief to arriving at the YES moment is my happy place. I guess it’s because it’s the time when that familiar uncomfortable feeling grabs you and you spend days doubting yourself and trying desperately to have better and better ideas. And then, suddenly, it appears. I find that journey endlessly surprising and satisfying.
A sense of humour. You’re going to have some tough moments on any brief or series of briefs, and the ability to break character, laugh in the face of them and be a bit playful or irreverent is important. Otherwise the whole thing can become a drag.
The ability to get over yourself and actually do something different (this goes for creatives and clients alike).
Too many to mention. I always made a point of never having heroes when I was young, but now I seem to collect them. Tony Brook, Michael Bierut, Paula Scher, Norman Foster, Eike Konig, Mirko Borsche, Jessica Walsh, Mark Denton, Paul Belford, the list is long.
I only ever wanted to be an artist, really.
Inspiration is not to be found by looking at other people doing the same thing you do. Look everywhere (and I do mean everywhere) ‘else’. Reading > Drawing.
From an actual gorilla. Peel bananas from the bottom, not the top.
Read and think. Then draw and think.
Experimental Jetset. 3 fonts and the truth.
Not a project, really. In 2013 I decided to use the same typeface on every brief for an entire year (Akzidenz). It was amazing.
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