You’re probably assuming that Adam Middleton grew up with a picture-perfect life; good education, adventurous childhood, fame even? Well, you’re not wrong. Emerging from the womb, it was clear. A star had been born. Immediately showcased to New Zealand with a short stint on Young Entertainers, it became unmistakable as he aged: he was the full package, in every sense of the phrase.
Some people are born great, some achieve greatness, and some, like young Middleton, have greatness thrust upon them. Many suspected he would also go on to achieve greatness. Like male-modelling. Maybe working on a farm with animals … Chopping wood while the blazing sun licked his hot, tanned, ripped physique. But alas. Forced to deny his physical godlike merits, earned from years of strenuous gymnastics and sailing, he was thrust into the design world. After all, he was practically engineered to be creative, with an architect for a father and a designer for a mother. No choice in the matter, really. Poor sod. This decision consequently disappointed unsheared sheep and women nationwide.
He’s not your classic New Zealander who likes scenic landscapes and Lord of The Rings. He’s consumed by them. The design, the art and everything in between. Have you ever watched a movie with someone who knows each scene play by play? Word for word? It’s pretty sexy.
Now, New Zealand is cold. The kind of cold where you think you’re going to become an amputee. Coincidentally, he loves the cold. Specifically snow. The colder, the better. His years of laborious gymnastics made him hard, and sailing on an international level made him competitive – hence a passion for skiing arose. This simultaneously ignited his love for nature. His passion for natural environments along with the exponential growth of technology and product design feature in his numerous conceptualizations displayed.
As a university dropout, he did the only thing a guy can do to support his lifestyle—landing himself a wealthy, smart, blonde bombshell girlfriend. And then a job. Neither a difficult task, what with his boy-next-door looks and schoolboy charm. Nonetheless, his charm and devilish good looks consistently got him into sticky situations. Those around him, men and women, rapidly became frenzied and over-excited, like children at Christmas. Therefore, although starting at Weta Workshop as a workshop technician, he was quickly removed and locked into the solitary confinement of a design team cubicle. Out of sight, out of mind.
‘Sure, it’d be easy to give up, play with Lego all day, marry my girlfriend and live off her fortune, but where’s the challenge in that? Being surrounded by designers and artists at Weta has taught me that I still have a lot to learn. It’s also taught me that people pay me for what I know. Life’s good.’ Aren’t artists tortured souls?
It’s probably hard for you to really get the big picture about this guy with such a small titbit. But we both know you already like him. Why else would you still be reading? Adam. Jefferson. Middleton. Man, myth, legend or just purely delusional?