I Genuinely Don’t Know What I Do Anymore (But the Bio Sounds Nice)
By Ken Hollow, professionally lost and brand-consistent There was a time when I had a job title. Graphic designer. Easy. Understandable. You say it and…
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By Ken Hollow, professionally lost and brand-consistent There was a time when I had a job title. Graphic designer. Easy. Understandable. You say it and…
By Ken Hollow, formerly a designer, now a priest of pixelated vibrations There was a time when I thought I knew what “branding” meant. Fonts.…
By Ken Hollow, emotionally available and algorithmically punished It happens every time. I post something real. Vulnerable. Messy. The kind of caption where I admit…
By Ken Hollow, digitally exhausted and financially underwhelmed Let me preface this by saying I did everything “right.” I followed the gurus. I watched the…
By Ken Hollow, certified human (barely) There was a time when I scoffed at AI-generated content. “Oh please,” I said, adjusting my ethically sourced hoodie.…
By Ken Hollow, spiritually disassociating via brand guidelines Every Monday starts the same. I open my laptop. I crack my knuckles. I take a deep…
By Ken Hollow, currently trapped inside his own brand voice It was supposed to be a joke. I had five minutes, an iced coffee, and…
By Ken Hollow, unpaid astrologically and emotionally I was just about to schedule a launch. The posts were prepped. The hooks were tight. The carousel…
By Ken Hollow, professionally stressed and personally short-circuiting It happened on a Tuesday — because of course it did. One second I was resizing a…
By Ken Hollow, typing this with Slack notifications disabled and inner peace restored People like to romanticize freelancing. “Oh, the freedom!” “You make your own…