Field Designer

Thoughts on design and life by Jimi Filipovski.

Start your day slowly.

I’m currently balancing a full time position + freelancing + personal projects so I thought it would be a good time to share how my morning practice gets me through the day.

6:30 I wake up and make coffee. I hand grind my beans and brew it in a Chemex or Hario V60. This is a ritual in itself and brings me great comfort in the morning. Weighing out coffee, the smell of the burr grinding the beans. The Chemex in a slow process so I like to use the time to let my mind wander on the line of my subconscious and reality. This sounds fancier than it is, most of the time I’m trying to remember the dream I just had or what I’m doing that day but once in a while I get a good idea.

6:45 I’ll find a book or magazine to rifle through. I reserve longer reads for later in the day when I’m more alert. I use this time to look at monographs and lately read my new "The Great Discontent" magazine. It is so full of life and the perfect inspiration I need in the morning.

7:20 I’ll grab my laptop and decide what to work on. It’s usually whatever I’m in the mood for. This is my time and I use it for my personal projects. I work for about an hour to two before I finally get dressed and bike to work.

There is something truly gratifying about starting your day slowly and doing work for yourself. It helps give you confidence for the day ahead and worry less and rapidly depleting energy to get things done after work. Like I said I work best in the morning when I’m fresh. That’s when I have the best ideas. If I must work in the evening I have to know what I need to get done. I can’t solve problems as well at night I’m too groggy and sloppy. But if there is general production work that doesn’t require me the think too much it’s the best time to get those done.

“I woke up as the sun was reddening; and that was the one distinct time in my life, the strangest moment of all, when I didn’t know who I was - I was far away from home, haunted and tired with travel, in a cheap hotel room I’d never seen, hearing the hiss of steam outside, and the creak of the old wood of the hotel, and footsteps upstairs, and all the sad sounds, and I looked at the cracked high ceiling and really didn’t know who I was for about fifteen strange seconds. I wasn’t scared; I was just somebody else, some stranger, and my whole life was a haunted life, the life of a ghost. I was halfway across America, at the dividing line between the East of my youth and the West of my future.”― Jack Kerouac, On the Road

A New Look

My blog has been under appreciated for some time. I’ve spent a fair amount of time thinking about what should be done with it. So now I start a new take on my blog. Equal parts writing, design, inspiration and photography. I hope you enjoy.