Work With Me

Work With Me

If you’re looking to collaborate on something meaningful—PR campaigns, book launches, film screeners, curated travel experiences, museum projects, artist profiles, or cultural commentary that doesn’t read like it was written by a chatbot wearing sunglasses—you’re in the right place.

I’m open to:

  • 📣 PR & media outreach (books, films, art exhibitions, cultural events)

  • ✍️ Sponsored posts or long-form reviews that go deeper than “nice visuals”

  • 🎧 Interview features or roundtables for creators and curators

  • 🗺️ Travel partnerships with a cultural slant 

What I Offer:

  • Thoughtful, well-written coverage with a critical but curious lens

  • A distinct voice: accessible, insightful, and never shallow

  • A highly specific audience of cultural readers who want more than just the trailer or the blurb

⚖️ Ground Rules: Let’s Keep It Honest

Let me be unambiguous:

My opinion is not for sale.

I do not guarantee positive coverage. If I choose to write about something, it’s because it resonates, provokes, or earns its place in the conversation, not because someone sent a press release and a tote bag.

That said, I am open to working with individuals and institutions who value real dialogue, not just brand reach. If you’re thoughtful about your work and believe it deserves a serious look, I’m listening.

📬 Reach Out

You can contact me via the form on the Contact page.

Looking forward to hearing from you, especially if you’re doing something that deserves more than a surface-level take.

 Drew - The Bosun of Babel

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