Emily Yount is a multimedia major with graphic design concentration. She has been the Globe's graphic designer for 3 semesters.
photos by Chloe Jakiela
– Why did you join the Globe?
Before the start of my second semester, the then-graphic designer was about to graduate and the Globe was pretty desperate for someone to make their graphics. My friend from home, Johanna, had been on the Globe for a year already and knew I might be interested, so she asked me to apply for the open position. It's been a lot of long nights, but it's also been a million laughs and a million smiles.
– What do you like the most about graphic design?
I love graphic design because you can do so much with it! I can create art, I can communicate ideas, I can advertise events or products, I can get people involved all with these pixels on a screen. It's can be so individual and personal and meaningful if you are actually passionate about it. I feel like most people just see it as some kind of art major, but it is so much more than that! There are so many things that go into design that go so unnoticed by people who aren't super familiar with it.
– If you would write for any section, which one would you write for and why?
What is writing? Can anyone do it? News? Features? What's the difference? I guess if I had to, I have some pretty strong opinions but the whole "coherent-thought" thing doesn't always go well for me.
– Where do you see yourself in five years?
In a crappy apartment in Washington, sitting next to my three cats on my couch, eating an entire box of Captain Crunch Berries while watching Bob's Burger's. Probably procrastinating some freelance graphic design project that I REALLY should be working on but just can't bring myself to do.
– What is your favorite season and why?
Fall is just the greatest. It's the absolute best temperature. It's chilly, but not too cold that you can't stay outside and not too hot that you sweat. You can comfortably wear a hoodie and the crisp air surrounds everything you do. The atmosphere is just so exciting as nature fades, colors and all, into a deep winter sleep.
