Met a lady the other day that told me that her grandson was also a designer. “He can draw really well and is good at the computer too”. Turns out the kid is 17 and, from her description a veritable virtuoso in the realm of Microsoft Word. I have run into to this time and again. Any time you want to take part just stroll into your local Apple Store and strike up a conversation.
As a lowly student I am considered in the lowest echelon in the field and I do not have the gleaming portfolio to back up my claims of being a designer anymore than wonder-boy grandson and his WordArt�. The problem is that I do not see this perception from the general public as changing any time soon. I fear that when I do wrap up my time at Portfolio Center I will still be inundated with this same misunderstanding of what I do as a designer. I pour myself into my work now and will continue to do so in the “real world” and I am already aching for some of that R-E-S-P-E-C-T that every person expects in whatever their chosen field.
One of my first experiences of real-world work came a few weeks back when a good friend of mine bagged a freelance job for a local restaurant. The owner wanted a logo and he wanted it fast. My friend has been doing time in the design departments of a few local rags in the past couple of years and was used to this �chop shop’, assembly-line methodology. I, on the other hand have been enjoying my first logos class and have learned that pages upon pages of sketches and hours of research are just the first steps required in creating a kick ass logo. These things, I am learning, take time but living on a student budget does not afford me the option of turning down paying work; “Screw it, we can knock this one out in no time” I remember saying. We both got off the iChat (my only window of communication these days) and proceeded to work on our own ideas which we planned on meshing together later on that night. Back on the Instant Messenger, we kicked ideas around and developed a few decent looks considering the two hours spent on them. There was none of the oozing of concept… no, ghost of Paul Rand moving through the page… but it was up to snuff when you consider the client.
“Considering the client”. is a fairly new idea to me. I have always worked with a client… just not a real one (�real’ meaning the 99% of the world who do not understand what a logo truly is). I am put into real world situations in class and often work with actual clients but none of them quite shared the mindset as Reggie, the restaurateur who “really thinks we should go with a nautical thing”. By nautical, I thought he meant something akin to pirates and mermaids and… you get the picture. What Reggie should have said was what Reggie was really thinking. He did not want a nautical look, he wanted it to look like a Nautica Factory outlet; nothing says the high seas like red, yellow and blue. Even the kindest pirates would kill over that palette. Reggie is the client who comes to you 2 weeks before the doors open, when he sees there is no logo to put on the door. And I am the designer who needs a little extra beer money— far from a match made in heaven.
Upon reviewing the logos we submitted, Ole Reg (we nicknamed him) got back to us and wanted one that we both worked on… and he wanted us to change the font to Arial. “F’ing Arial!?” I blurted out loud at the computer screen. Then I typed it in. The reply, “Yes, f’ing Arial… Oh, and he wants more red”. As I am writing this I am dreading finishing the job. My first commercial piece, gold leafed onto the front door of Ole Reg’s new establishment, greeting patrons and mocking me. Arial was not a mermaid; she was but a few letters underneath a couple of sails. Sails mean nautical, man… sails!
And there it is… my first real world experience with a client. A big sans serif welcome to the world of pre fabricated templates and WordArt. A land where people really do believe that a designer is one who can draw nice little doodles, churn out logos and get paid way too much to do so.
Maybe it is my ego getting in the way of my work. Perhaps I wanted to proudly point out to others, as I drove by, “I did that”. Such will not be the case. In the end my friend who found the job was elated because, after all was said and done, the client was happy with the results. This was really the ultimate goal, right? But still there is that deep, ugly feeling that this was something I was going to be doing for a very long time. I will leave PC a graduate but still a nobody in the field. Outside of the field what I do for a living will not be understood. I will have to continue to suck it up for an indefinite amount of time until I have the clout to say no… until I am able to explain that, when opening a restaurant you make the damn logo before you produce the menus. Until that time I will just smile and serve up work that makes the client happy. It will be just me out there, smiling and piling whatever they want on their big ugly plate.
Joel Wheat is a student at Portfolio Center. This essay is the tenth and last in a series by PC students who took part in Bryony’s long-distance Design Thinking class during the quarter of winter 2005.
Ah so young yet already so cynical! ;-)
Coincidentally I've just this minute had a conversation with one of my own students on this very issue. It's a common experience and one you're never going to escape.
Personally I think it's our job to help educate the world about what being a designer means and what value we bring - but we don't seem to teach that or even understand it ourselves yet.
But as you point out yourself, if WordArt is good enough for most people then maybe we should accept that communication doesn't have to be pretty to be effective? Much of what we hold dear is what Bourdieu called an 'illusio' - a truth that's only true to a small group but meaningless to others. Only typographers obsess about kerning but most people don't notice it. If a sign for ice cream is badly designed (aesthetically speaking) it really doesn't matter. Does it? (I'm being deliberately controversial here, you understand!)
I've posted a link to this excellent article on my own blog.
On May.31.2005 at 07:47 AM