Alright, so, this “Kris Bruton” thing. Yeah, I remember diving into that whole deal. Seemed like everyone and their dog was talking about it, whatever it actually was – some kind of new design approach, or a coding philosophy, who even knows anymore. Sounded cool, though, so I thought, “Okay, let’s give this a spin.”
So I started trying to figure out what this Kris Bruton style was all about. On the surface, it looked pretty simple. You know, like those things that seem dead easy until you actually try to do them yourself. Famous last words, right?
Boy, was I wrong. Dead wrong.
First off, I tried to find some decent tutorials or guides. Forget about it. It was like searching for a needle in a haystack. Just a bunch of random comments here, a vague post there. One person would say Kris Bruton is all about super minimalist stuff. Then another would go on about these really complicated underlying patterns. Total headache, man.
I decided, screw it, I’ll just pick a small project and try to make it “Kris Bruton-y.” Or what I thought was Kris Bruton-y. I wasted a whole damn weekend on it. Just one tiny piece of the project. Trying to get this one little detail to feel right. What a mess. Everything I touched turned to crap, felt totally wrong. Like trying to write with your left hand when you’re right-handed. Just awkward and clumsy.
This is where it really got bad.
I was just sitting there, day in, day out, messing with it. Pushing pixels, rewriting code, I don’t even know what exactly I was trying to achieve with this “Bruton” label. But I was dug in. Too stubborn to quit, I guess. It was just me versus this vague idea of “Kris Bruton.”
- Tried one way. Nope. Looked like garbage.
- Tried another way. Still felt… off. Like it was trying too hard.
- I even tried sketching things out on paper. My sketches? Looked like a bunch of scribbles a kid would make. Total garbage.
And Then What? Some Big Reveal?
So I’m there, beating my head against the desk, right? For ages. Then, I dunno, something just… snapped. I pretty much gave up on trying to be a perfect copycat of whatever this Kris Bruton ideal was supposed to be. It was impossible. Or maybe the whole idea was overblown from the start.
I just started taking the bits that kinda made sense to me, the parts I actually didn’t hate, and sort of threw them together with how I normally do things. Messy, yeah, but at least it was my mess.
And you know what happened? The final thing wasn’t “Kris Bruton” at all. Not even close. It was just… my stuff. Maybe with a tiny, tiny hint of whatever I’d picked up from that whole frustrating exercise. Or maybe I just told myself that to feel better about the time I sank into it.
Looking back, that whole chase after the “Kris Bruton” method was… an experience. Did I become a master of it? Get outta here. No way. Did I learn something useful? I suppose. The main takeaway was that trying to force yourself into someone else’s box, especially when the box itself is poorly defined, is just a fast track to wanting to throw your computer out the window. You gotta figure out your own way, even if you borrow a move or two from others along the path.
So, that’s my Kris Bruton story. Ended up just doing my own thing, like always. And honestly? Probably for the best. That whole thing was more trouble than it was worth.
