I grew up on magazines. I don't remember when I first decided I wanted to be a graphic designer when I grew up, but I remember around the time I started reading magazines, telling people I wanted to be the person who arranged everything on the pages. I spent a lot of time collaging the covers of my school books. Magazines were where I always wanted to be.
Fast forward to 2009 and I arrived at the University of Wollongong an eager and excited Creative Arts student. One morning, passing through the library forecourt, I picked up a copy of the Tertangala student magazine from a tall stack that had appeared overnight. I could see they really needed a designer on the team. So began two years of late late nights in building 19, crazy deadlines, copy editing, layouts, the occasional last-minute writing of articles, and more than one printing nightmare.
We didn't have the budget for more than two colours on anything other than the cover and the centrefold. We were ruled by the iron fist of the inimitable Charly. We were affectionately known as the "Tert", which when spoken aloud does sound a little too much like poop. But in the end, I learned way more about graphic design volunteering at Tertangala than I did from my actual degree. It was a trial by fire, but it was in many ways a dream job - total creative freedom, little consequences for mistakes, plus a media pass to all the sweet gigs around Wollongong.
In those two years, I laid out over 700 individual pages single-handedly. I was the only designer. Following is a small sampling of those. It's cool to look back and see my skills get better with each issue. They're mostly terrible but there's some glimmers in there and hey, points for enthusiasm. I said 'to hell with consistency' and designed every page differently and with excitement. Every page was an experiment, but that was part of the punk spirit of Tertangala - ugly, angry, lo-fi, controversial, unpredictable, passionate.