I read a lot of marketing / advertising / PR blogs. Some are written by consultants, some by major industry leaders, and some by people who are just interested in it. Whenever I read their thoughts, I wonder how they ended up getting into this world. Not many kids say “I want to be a creative director,” when they’re little.
My story is this.
I wanted to be an architect from the time I was 12. In highschool, I took five years of drafting (we had grade 13 – I wasn’t stupid), five years of art, plus physics and calculus and all that good stuff. I had a good portfolio, good grades and had the whole extra-curricular thing down pat, acting in musicals, hosting coffee houses, directing productions.
For my senior art project, I designed an ad campaign for a fictional cola – Galaxy Cola. I was fortunate enough in my small town to have an art teacher who, despite being a complete prick (it was kind of endearing, actually) was a former art director from Toronto. He gave me some great advice, alongside his rants about leaving the ad game because his wife didn’t want to live in Toronto, and how he never wanted to be a teacher.
After highschool, I went to Carleton University’s School of Architecture for the same reason that everyone else does: Waterloo wouldn’t take me. After a semester of drawing the folds of my shirt 1:1 on a tabloid page, and being told to ask my projects what they wanted to be carved with, it seemed that my adolescence-long dream of being as cocky as Frank Lloyd Wright was over.
I came home to visit my parents over Christmas, wondering what I was going to do with the rest of my life, when I came across the folder that contained my final art project. I knew I had gotten an A on it, and that my teacher liked it. I started looking through the pieces and found a post-it note among the storyboards and sketches that said:
“Ryan, you are incredibly talented. If architecture doesn’t work out, consider advertising.”
That was a pivotal moment in my life. From a man who gave out compliments as if it were water in the desert came the advice that I was looking for.
When I went back to school, I talked to everyone I could about how to get into advertising. There was no such thing as a university program in advertising, and I wanted a degree. I finally talked to my drawing teacher, who told me of a degree program called “interdisciplinary studies” that allowed second-year students to create their own curriculum, aimed at a specific course of study that could not be acheived through a normal degree program.
In the meantime, to take my mind off the pain of designing a house for my head in my studio classes, I auditioned for a production of Little Shop of Horrors at the school. I got a tiny chorus role, and performing in the school musical became an annual tradition for me.
Because of my background in marketing and theatre, I was offered the job as publicist for a local festival. I then co-founded a theatre company and handled all the marketing for it. Because we had no budget, most of it was media relations. I worked hard at it while I was in school, and took on little contracts for web and graphic design here and there, and when I graduated, I had a bit of a reputation for being good at it. I planned to look for a job in an advertising firm, but people kept offering me PR contracts. Eventually, one of my professors who also ran a PR firm called me and offered me a job.
After a few years there, I became director of public relations for an interactive advertising agency, and my accidental career intersected with my intended career, and I was – and still am – extremely happy.
I never meant to go into PR, and in a lot of ways, the fact that I had a lot of random marketing experience opened a lot more doors to me. In all honesty, I’m a mediocre graphic designer at best, so it’s unlikely that I would have been able to waltz into an agency as a creative. Now that the world of marketing is changing so rapidly, I consider myself very lucky to be in the PR and interactive advertising field. It’s like having a front row seat to the next stage in evolution.
It was an extremely random string of events that brought me to where I am today, but I don’t regret a single one.
So, what’s your story?
