This past quarter in school, my final project was to create a magazine. I had to do a project just like this last year and I have a feeling I’ll have to do it again in my future graphic design classes. The idea is while the project is the same, your work (hopefully) gets better. It’s a really great way to measure your growth as an artist.
I wanted to take the same concept of my magazine last year, but refine it. I used the same photograph for the cover, but revamped the layout, logo, and oh yeah, name. I guess not much stayed the same other than the cover image!
I wanted the magazine name to be girly, but not bursting with rainbows and butterflies* if you know what I mean. One of my very favorite magazines is the Australian magazine Frankie. I love the boyish twist that gives it a quirky edge. I went through a bunch of unisex names for my own magazine: Casey, Alex, Hayden, Charlie—nothing really resonated. And then I was watching Live with Kelly and Michael and one of the guests on the show referenced the character Quinn from Glee and I was like, “Quinn! Yes, that’s it!” So Quinn it was.
Even though the class requirement was to design a cover, a table of contents, and one feature article, I wanted to design more—perhaps rework my articles from last year. However, this one feature article took it all out of me and I ran out of time to do anymore with this project.
A Drifter Organics ad snuck into the magazine! I wonder how THAT happened! 😉
Since the project was for educational purposes only, we had the option to use copy from already-existing articles we found in magazines or on the Interwebs. We were responsible for our own photography and designing the layouts. I wanted Quinn to be completely original and as authentic as possible, so I ended up interviewing my friend Kailey of Mermaidens for the feature article.
Dear final project, I did my best. I’d like to say I got an A but unfortunately, I mixed up my due dates, missed the final deadline, and ended up handing in poor old Quinn Magazine late. Automatic 10 point deduction—the professor doesn’t kid around. I got a B. But it’ll always be an A in my heart because it would have been an A if I didn’t hand my project in late. So let’s just call it an A because that sounds better. (Note to self: learn to read due dates correctly! Don’t let your dyslexia get in the way of an A!) But the story has a happy ending: I still managed to pull off an A in this class and that’s what counts!
*Did anyone catch my Maroon 5 reference? Anyone?