Marie Alberto, BA (Hons) Design for Art Direction
I came to conclusion that no matter the plan we make today, it would unlikely go the way we want.
After long awaited five months (since late June) within three interviews have been cancelled, I have finally made it to the front of my dream studio’s door bell.
Carrying my massive portfolio box on my shoulder, I took a breath five times before ringing the studio’s door bell. My hands are tensed. Someone answers.
Few stairs and minutes later.
A lady welcomes me halfway on the stairs with a lovely smile, shakes my hand and invites me to enter the studio. She is the producer. Before she opens the door, I said to myself ‘this is it, I waited so long and now I am here’. She opened the door. My eyes browsed the white room. A small table, two comfy chairs, a meeting area. On my right were placed five personalised desks with computers. On the side, shelves with tones of publications and references triggered my curiosity. On the corners of the room, big green plants covered the empty space. At that very moment, I felt grateful. The woman introduced me to the art director that I followed for months on Instagram and to my new desk for the day. I dropped my bags, sat and discussed about the weather, my academic path, and all of the things you would expect from a first encounter.
10 minutes later.
I have been asked two interesting admin tasks to do for the day.
Two hours later.
The creative director arrives and enters the door.
An hour and snacks later.
I take my lunch break and comes back to work on the tasks behind the computer again.
The creative director is ready to leave. I grabbed the chance to ask her for a portfolio review as it was the reason why I came for. No chance. She had to leave.
Tasks perfectly executed on time, and even did more than I was asked for.
No portfolio review.
What have I done wrong? Nothing. At least, from that day, they know my name. They know my name.
here to edit.