Timeline
It's all luck, but that doesn't make it random.
One day my boss said: โcongrats, youโre not a junior anymoreโ. He pointed out how my life had changed. I had a partner now. And I had become a college professor, teaching design and communications on my days off from work. I had even become a board member of an improv school in Brussels. And a consultant for consultants. I had instigated digital courses for my non-digital colleagues at our office. And helped set up our agencyโs first TikTok team. I gave workshops for schools visiting our office. I mentored several interns and even a junior team. Together with Manoah I managed even to get a creative print ad made! My life has indeed turned into some sort of movie! A B-movie. For now.
The trials & errors of juniorship
For various reasons, our startup didn't make it. I returned to Belgium and teamed up with an old classmate. We freelanced for several months. I took the extra time to hone my design, illustration, art direction and writing crafts. I brushed up every case in my portfolio, even the old ones.
I landed an internship at Happiness (FCB). My internship turned into a job. After about a year I switched to Boondoggle. And then Digitas; because a friendly colleague I had met at Duval Guillaume had become CD, and he hired me. He taught me about business, and its inner workings and politics. He mentored me further. And freed up budget so I could get a partner. This partner was Manoah Iannello, and together we would write advertising history. That was, and still is the plan.
The post graduate that saved me
โYouโre not in advertising to make friendsโ Is what my boss said in his goodbye speech for a colleague they had just fired. It made a deep impression on me. Outside, the world was changing. Mortierbrigade was losing relevance. And I had picked up the habit of reading business books. This gave me so many questions, and no answer seemed to satisfy me. โMaybe I should resume my Masterโs? After all, this initial internship was part of a bigger Masterโs program โฆโ While I was in the process of making the right choice I failed my Masterโs and lost my job at the one agency that gave me a chance. So I decided it was time for a post-graduate: the recently founded Belgian Advertising School looked perfect. And they were kind enough to accept me.
This turned out to be a foundational year in my life. I would learn strategy, tech, digital marketing, behavioral economics, ideation, finance, scrum, ... from the best in the industry (because this post-grad seemed to hire everybody). I would practice teamwork. And work on real pitches for real clients every week. We would run our own agency. And I scored a 6 month โCreative & Behaviouralโ internship mentored by Tom De Bruyne in Amsterdam.
Better yet. Upon graduation I would be selected by a world class startup program, and travel all over Europe. Our startup would be chosen, patented, funded and on its way to conquer London. What could possibly go wrong?
First internship and the birth of hubris
The ad world is a tough place to break into, even for unpaid interns. None of the agencies we emailed would take us. Except one. The legendary โ and notoriously choosy โ Mortierbrigade. Hired on the spot. But, if we wouldn't deliver, we'd be out that same week. That was the deal.
Then, my teammate dropped out, and I became a SOLO copywriter. Challenging, without a writerโs background. And the internship hadnโt even begun! When I arrived I found out that the few available spots to sit were taken by other intern teams, so I set up camp in the lunch area, moving all my stuff when the others took their lunch break. The briefs I got, varied from โfinding pictures for the employeesโ to โwriting 2 lines Google ad copyโ. Not at all what they taught me in school.
Terrified to mess it up in this agency full of champions, I gave them all I had: my sole dedication, and my time. Arriving as soon as the shutters went up, leaving with the last train home. Often working 72 hours straight and crashing in the MB Hotel. I absorbed everything they would give me. And in turn, they rewarded me with respect, even friendship, better briefs and eventually ... a job offer.
The art school years. Where it started ...
I was always captivated by the human mind. After 12 years of classic (maths & science) education, I was all set to go study psychology or neurobiology at the university of Ghent, but I ended up choosing an artistic college instead. Advertising. In 4 short years I had to build up my drawing, painting, conceptual thinking, typography, photography and presentation skills from scratch. I was the youngest student in my class, and rather shy. This meant I often let all my fellow students go first in reviews. But the consequence of that was, that all the obvious ideas were taken by the time it was my turn. This forced me to find ideas no one would have thought of ... even if that initially meant sacrificing on relevance.