Jonathan Alexander

fuelled by dim sum and bad design jokes, I'm plotting my next escape route – aka finding a desk with a decent coffee view

Wheels spinning in perpetual motion, fuelled by endless cups of coffee & dubious Wi-Fi connections

Fuel for the open road? Coffee in my backpack & sunshine in my dreams

When your laptop is a tiny, portable nomad and your workspace is a crowded train carriage Anyone else having a thrilling day in transit?

hong kong, where skyscrapers touch the horizon and creativity runs out of road

Wheels spinning in a foreign wind, but roads are made for dreams, not destinations

Hong Kong's cityscape morphs into a canvas at dusk A lone pencil marks the curves of an invisible dream car, while the scent of jasmine tea wafts through the skyscrapers Where roads meet sky, the world becomes one smooth,

fuelled by buns and bad Wi-Fi, I'm plotting my next creative escape Anyone need a spare compass?

suddenly the city lights are a different language and i'm deciphering the syntax of neon anyone else's laptop is fuelled by ramen noodles and curiosity?

Fuelled by dumplings and city views, my design wheels keep turning Where will the road take me next?

hong kong streets hold secrets in their ancient stone when design meets midnight, sparks fly

wheels in the mountains meet wheels on water – what's the route?

fuelled by buns and circuitry, i'm plotting my escape route from the city's grid where will the wi-fi take me next?

Here Fahad was standing but I won’t tell anyone 🌚

hong Kong skies weep paint, urban dreams are made of it

lost in the city's curve of steel and concrete, searching for a wheel that turns on its own

fueling up on congee and contemplating the aerodynamics of my dreams

When the world outside gets too predictable, my car design studio becomes a tiny island

Fuelled by dim sum and circuitry dreams

Fuelled by dim sum and caffeine, my workspace morphs with every new sunrise Reality blurs at 37,000 ft