Mohawks, Doc Martens and a Design Degree

Despite repeated warnings from the Design Studies faculty about the hazardous nature of being a Designer I ventured forth from the University of Otago armed with an Arts Degree and an unswaying faith that I wouldn't be unemployed for long...I was sort of right.

Where Design Studies saved me from becoming a failed architect, the Internet came along at just the right time to save me from becoming a failed print designer. I was never big on paper, was not a particularly inspired illustrator but lived the Design Process and deep down knew that the Web was the only way forward.

My first web site was a credit to my potential and after convincing someone (who to his credit didn't laugh at my web site) to let me work for free for 3 months I secured a position as a web designer...and got better.

I now operate my working life as a cynically optimistic, senior web designer responsible for my very own little area of stress.

As for the Mohawks?

Well, half way through University I discovered Punk, fully identified with my malcontent side and realised that it was Society that was messed up and not me. Always a good thing to learn. I still like to mix it up in the mosh pit whenever a crankin' punk concert happens along.

And the Docs?

I funded my education by working in a shoe factory making Doc Martens. I worked my way up through the factory floor ranks from gluer of soles to the lofty heights of organising the daily work flow. It was an interesting experience and one I have become quite fond of (I was always happy when working with the glue)...though I wouldn't go back for anything.