This is the face of a designer who got caught up in work (as happens quite often) and found himself working nonstop until 5am.

Notice the look of resignation—he must wake up in the morning, and there is no way to turn back the clock. Tonight (this morning?) he will not get adequate sleep—his mother will worry for him—however it is times such as these, in the moments before dawn, when he realizes something important about himself: He tortures himself easing disparate elements into a cohesive design, he robs his body of sleep and essential nutrients (Earlier in the night he made tea, only to forget about it and let it steep for 2 hours. He has been known to forget to eat; again, his mother weeps), but despite this he is happy—against all odds it would seem—completely happy with how his day played itself out. He is a designer and this is what he sacrifices in the name of his craft because he knows it is worth it. At least to him.

Note: I don’t even know what that was about. Disregard and be on your way.