About me

I learned to look before I learned to name it. My father ran a print shop in Marseille, so I spent most of my childhood watching ink dry on paper that was never quite the right white. I came to Paris for the work and stayed for the archives. I still set a page the way I watched back then — slowly, holding one size until it stops asking for another.

For close to a decade I’ve built identities for people who’d rather be understood than admired: labs that trust a spec sheet, brands with nothing to announce, workshops that already write beautifully on their own job sheets. I draw at night, by instinct, and I keep the version where the grid almost broke.