Posters were my first love.Before the cameras, before the campaigns — it was just me, a busted laptop, and way too many fonts. I learned design by lying about what I could do and figuring it out before the deadline. Somehow, that stuck.

This one’s for Olhuveli’s photo studio. Not my magnum opus, not the grand finale — just the last one for now.I’ve got it hung in my room, covered in the signatures of the people who kept me sane, who made it matter.Not a masterpiece. Just proof I was here.