This story ends on a Chinese woman’s mantlepiece. It begins in John Hegarty’s office. As months go, August 2014 was a pretty bitching month. After a 10 month placement, Callum and I were given permanent jobs at BBH London. Two weeks later, they shipped us to the China office for a big pitch.
It’s 1pm just outside of Minsk, Belarus. Its lunchtime and we’ve got Baloney and Potato soup, served kindly by the Babushka, who doesn't speak a word of English. We’re shooting in a plane hanger for our first TV ad for velcom, a Belarusian telecommunications company. Me and my copywriting partner have taken the train from Vilnius to Minsk to work on a campaign during our second month of a 1 year stint at DDB Vilnius, in Lithuania. Don’t worry, I’ve googled it so you don’t have to:
I sat in one of the Miami Ad School NY's classrooms overlooking Brooklyn Bridge when I received an email from AKQA London inviting me to join them for a 3 month internship. I jumped up and called my family in Germany, making stupid remarks like “London calling!” - I couldn’t hold my excitement. I should have known back then that it wouldn’t be the last time I’d say those words. Surely enough, one month later (2014) I moved to London and fled the big apple just before a huge snow storm hit the East Coast.
I moved to Dublin from London a little under two years ago. My Irish girlfriend accepted a job in theatre production, and invited me to come with her. Dublin, and Ireland in general, has a great and thriving theatre scene, but that's a different article…