I remember the first time someone told me I needed a personal brand. I was hunched over my laptop, knee-deep…
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I remember the first time someone told me I needed a personal brand. I was hunched over my laptop, knee-deep…
Read MoreFreelancing, they said. It’ll be liberating, they said. But as I stared at my inbox full of inquiries that read…
Read MoreI once had a portfolio so uninspiring it could put insomniacs to sleep. I remember the day I sent it…
Read MoreI remember the first time I tried my hand at color grading. Armed with nothing but a shaky YouTube tutorial…
Read MoreI once filmed an entire scene with the enthusiasm of a kid in a candy store, only to realize later…
Read MoreI once took a photo that looked like a toddler’s finger painting—chaotic, with my subjects floating aimlessly like lost ducks…
Read MoreLast Tuesday, as I stared at my screen, the blinking cursor mocked me. It’s not that I didn’t know what…
Read MoreI once found myself standing in a dimly lit conference room, trapped between the aroma of stale coffee and a…
Read MoreI once found myself drowning in a sea of bland stock photos and uninspired templates. It was the kind of…
Read MorePicture this: a young, ambitious designer—me—armed with nothing but a sketchpad and a dream. I’m in my first real design…
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