Redesigning MontyPix: A Reflection on Purpose and Presence

Websites, even the smallest of them, have a way of telling a story.

For us, MontyPix began as something purely functional—a digital signpost pointing people towards our photography and studios. Useful, yes, but it always felt like it was missing something.

Over time, I realised that a link site is often the first encounter people have with our work. It is the doorway. And like any doorway, it should give you a sense of what lies beyond. Ours wasn’t doing that—it was practical, but it didn’t speak.

The redesign was born out of a desire to make MontyPix more than just a collection of links. It became about creating an experience.

When shaping the new design, three principles guided me:

  • Clarity — Visitors shouldn’t have to think twice about where to click. Simplicity is powerful, and reducing friction makes the journey effortless.

  • Visual presence — As photographers, we live and breathe aesthetics. The site needed to echo that, with visuals that engage without overwhelming.

  • Identity — MontyPix had to feel like us. Not generic, not just another link hub, but a subtle extension of our creative style.

Redesigning wasn’t just about colour palettes and layouts—it was about asking: what do we want people to feel when they arrive? For us, the answer was clear: a sense of curiosity, a touch of inspiration, and the ease of stepping into our world without hesitation.

Now, MontyPix isn’t only a tool—it’s a reflection. A small window into the bigger picture of who we are and what we create.

This marks the first of many entries in my Design Notes—a reflective journal exploring the choices, challenges, and inspirations behind our creative projects.

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