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I have a confession to make. I have
a little crush. Make that a few little crushes.
Please don't get me wrong, as
the only crush I have in the off web world (the only real
crush) is on Big-P, and his lovely dark lashed eyes (have
I mentioned that he has a beautiful soft accent and perfectly
formed lips?) and can't imagine it any other way.
But when it comes to certain web folk and their amazingly
prolific talent, exotic locations and total improbability
of ever meeting, I'm ga-ga.
Please don't get me wrong (part
two), I'm not a scary cyber-stalker. It's the design
and the writing and the photography I love. I am still amazed
daily with the ideas, sense of humour and sense of wonder
that people bring to their sites. I love that "my god! How
did they think of doing it that way?" tingle that I sometimes
get.
Of course, along with this comes
the occasional pang of longing, ridiculous jealousy and the
deep freeze of self doubt.
But, I have done the big, real-life
killer crush thing before, so totally and exhaustingly. I
was consumed for a year and a half by the idea of the boy
who I worked with on the University paper. He looked a little
like Tin Tin, if you can imagine, and wore vintage shirts
and smoked out of the side of his mouth. "uggh", I hear you
say, but trust me, he was sexy, despite my description
(and his smoking). And he drew. As much as I did. You should
have seen his remarkably cute and undeniably distinctive little
characters covering every surface of the newspaper office.
I would gaze longingly at his terrible
posture as he leant over his desk by the window, wondering
what on earth to say to him. It didn't matter, really,
as I was truly enjoying imagining the what-if.
However, being around him and his
black felt-tip pen meant that I was way too intimidated to
draw and I stuck to bad, bad Quark Xpress design, and
even worse record reviews. It turned out that he had something
of a similar crush on me and my Quark layouts. He was convinced
his illustrations sucked and was too shy to drag and drop
on the Mac while I was there doing my "phenomenal layouts"
(his words). True story.
But I truly love the lingering crush.
And I love the fact that my crushes are now on people's
work, no matter what sex, age and body size, whether they
smoke or eat corn-chips in bed. I love that these crushes
are mostly inspiring and almost never intimidating (although
- if I was in a drawing/writing/design contest with any of
them, it would be a different story.)
Let me whisper
some of their names in your ear:
Amy,
Derek,
Angela,
Melty, Wing
Chun, Lynda
» By the way - the pictures above do not correspond to
any of these names.
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