The Scribe
Then there's the concept designer, a 23 year old from Wales who doesn't like to use computers. He doesn't even like to use his phone. He wants you to email him, if you need anything, but don't expect him to respond right away because he doesn't always check it.
He's got one tool, a pencil. Does the notepad count? Because it could be any notepad, or a piece of plotting paper as tall as a man. It depends on what you have in mind, that is, what the principal has in mind. Anything you want. A vibe, an era, the type of curtain, the shape of the window, the placement of the window. You just tell him what you are thinking about and he can draw it like a Renaissance sketch before your eyes, as you melt from his talent, and from what you preceive might be your own genius.
People are always trying to hire him, steal him away, entice him with money, with trips, with promises of better visions for him to realize. He seems oddly unmoved. He shows up at the office five minutes before the principal arrives, wearing creased light denim and sometimes a painters cap. Always white tennis shoes, always new.
We don't know where he lives, or what he does after work. He's the only one who knows how to use the cappucino machine, and no one dares as him how.
He's got one tool, a pencil. Does the notepad count? Because it could be any notepad, or a piece of plotting paper as tall as a man. It depends on what you have in mind, that is, what the principal has in mind. Anything you want. A vibe, an era, the type of curtain, the shape of the window, the placement of the window. You just tell him what you are thinking about and he can draw it like a Renaissance sketch before your eyes, as you melt from his talent, and from what you preceive might be your own genius.
People are always trying to hire him, steal him away, entice him with money, with trips, with promises of better visions for him to realize. He seems oddly unmoved. He shows up at the office five minutes before the principal arrives, wearing creased light denim and sometimes a painters cap. Always white tennis shoes, always new.
We don't know where he lives, or what he does after work. He's the only one who knows how to use the cappucino machine, and no one dares as him how.