Looking back, that film was a big inspiration for how I think about visual storytelling. It evoked emotion, celebrated craft and, most importantly, showed the value of human perspective. Something I feel is becoming increasingly important.
Lately, I’ve found myself leaning more and more into the references and processes that made me fall in love with design in the first place. Linocutting, collage, cyanotype, film photography. Brands that were around when I was at school. Things with texture, imperfection and evidence of the person who made them.
Perhaps because I think we’re searching for something that we’re beginning to lose in a world of computer-generated everything: soul.
And I don’t think it’s a coincidence that we’re seeing a pull back towards the tangible. People embroidering over their photodumps. Brands creating IRL communities rather than just online ones. Y2K brands making comebacks. A renewed appreciation for things that feel personal, physical and human.
AI is an incredible tool, and I’m excited by what it can do. But a prompt can only tell it so much.
You can ask it to create you a logo, sure. But building something with meaning requires something else. Context, taste, experience, emotion. The ability to notice the things that aren’t immediately obvious.
The subtle glimpses of magic others might pass by.
And maybe that’s what I’m really trying to preserve in my work: the human perspective