Designer — graphic, digital, product Writer, speaker, and event director

This is an evolving rebuild and redesign. This site launched in 2003, and the previous design lasted eight long years. People still seemed to love it, but I've been building this replacement for months. Rather than delay any longer, I deployed the bloody thing in order to accelerate progress.

I need something that better represents who I am and what I'm now concerned with; a simpler build and modest aesthetic that allows me to publish easily and often. This will be that, and it should be ready soon.

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8th February, 2019

Goodbye, Albert Finney

My Mam always joked that in Saturday Night and Sunday Morning—that brilliant kitchen sink drama set in 1960s working-class Nottingham—his Arthur Seaton was “just like yer Dad!”

24th January, 2019

A certain sense of inevitability

This editorial was written for the New Adventures magazine, January 2019.

The first New Adventures took place in 2011, sparking a trilogy of events that helped push digital design forward with bold ideas and honest opinion. The whole thing was a blast. Some seasoned conference-goers considered it their favourite, and for many it was their first event.

31st December, 2018

2018 in music

It was a year where music helped contextualise a world weighing heavy, my favourite albums serving as coping mechanisms. Stacking art in ordered lists is questionable, but also a way to exert a little control, to own something of the year. And so, here are my top albums, tracks, and gigs of 2018.

5th September, 2018

Berlin

Photos and stories from our anniversary trip.

1st June, 2018

Living with a conversational object

I feel awkward talking to machines, and I always will. My comfort zone ends at the ATM or self-service checkout, where I’ll conclude transactions with a whispered ‘Thank you’ (my wife will attest to this). It’s a simple courtesy born of a generalized fear of machines; specifically, their inevitable rise. When that day comes, I hope my long appreciation of their servitude will be recognized, and that I’ll be spared.