Josh Mitchell
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Josh Mitchell

Creative DirectorManchester, United Kingdom
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Josh Mitchell
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Josh Mitchell

Creative DirectorManchester, United Kingdom
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Projects
  • Editorials #13, on the subject of love.
    Editorials #13, on the subject of love.Chloe Barnes
  • Editorials #12, on the subject of love.
    Editorials #12, on the subject of love.Kelly Gellard
  • Editorials #11, on the subject of love.
    Editorials #11, on the subject of love.Summa Cilem
  • Editorials #10, on the subject of love.
    Editorials #10, on the subject of love.Neza Bricelj
  • Editorials #9, on the subject of love.
    Editorials #9, on the subject of love.Lily Boyle
  • Editorials #8, on the subject of love.
    Editorials #8, on the subject of love.Esther Lalanne
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  • Josh Mitchell
    Josh MitchellOur story begins in the same place most do; in the imagination of a small child. When he was younger, he had led the most fantastic adventures in his back garden. He remembered playing boy scout in the grass, fighting dragons under the old oak, shooting butterflies right out of the sky. Yet, on this particular night, he was pretending a lot of things were quite different. His mother had always told him, he was nothing like the other boys. He was special. But looking back now, he realised he h
  • Josh Mitchell
    Josh MitchellWhen I was young, my best friend was a poet. Together, we would walk far away from home and in the grass, we would write, and the words we wrote pulled the hurt from our body like leeches. Where we sat, we could look out onto the water where the grass was uneven, and there were these little islands where birds were playing. The cold wind got pretty fierce, then faded just as fast - the kind of wind which wasn’t so cold it hurt, but rather passed right through us.
  • Josh Mitchell
    Josh MitchellThe red light deepened. The smoke around those shoes seemed to grow denser, too. Then, at last, the roar of that car faded gently away. The sun rose over patchwork hills. Its light cast a long shadow along the wet grass. After replacing the flowers on the head of the tombstone, she got to her feet. She let her fingers roll through the petals for a moment. Then, walking with the gait of someone who knew where they were going, she made her way back out to town.
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    Bachelor of Arts (BA) Liverpool Hope University
     - Liverpool, United Kingdom