Look inside any agency in town and you’ll see a busy-bee world of designers working on their craft. They wear tight jeans, shirts that don’t match their shoes (except that in some strangely appealing way the do), and a decent percentage of them has awesomely crazy hairdos. There’s also another very short word to describe this lot: young.
It all makes sense! Design is about being fresh, trendy, in the moment. And who better to represent them fresh trends than the trendy youth themselves. If I were to look for a designer, I’d be searching for someone who can spit out spanking new ideas at a blink of an eye and be energized and excited and effervescent all the time. You know… young.
But here’s a question that’s been bugging me for actually a while: What happens to all the designers when they grow up?
There are a couple obvious answers: A. become creative directors; and B. start a design agencies of their own. Except as far as I can tell there are still a lot (a lot!) more designers out there than creative directors or agency owners. Where do they all go? What’s the lifespan of a designer? And what’s going to happen to me?
It’s a little early for me to start seriously thinking about it – I still have a lot of creative juice in me and enough fire to keep me happily churning out design tricks 260 days a year – but a girl’s gotta have a plan! I’m really big on having a game plan, pretty much, for everything in my life. And right now I don’t. And it sort of terrifies me.
Ok-ok, it’s still way-way in the future, but seriously. Where do all the designers go?
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