
When I sat behind my first MacBook in the Autumn of 2006 — working on a short film project for my Media Studies A-Level (ask your British mates) while sneakily listening to my iPod Nano via a headphone cable fed through the sleeve of my shirt, there was no turning back.
Now, I sit here far older (with more gray hair than I care to admit), and continue to type away on an Apple machine — specifically, the M3 Pro MacBook Pro. There’s just something that feels far more slick to the UI of MacOS and the creative apps that come out of Cupertino like Final Cut Pro that keeps drawing me back in.