The day I was born, fairies beauty, intelligence and modesty leaned on my berceau.Je was spoiled. Unfortunately, the fairy drawing, somewhat dipsomaniac, arrived in a rush with a great shot in the tiles and mingled pencils in magical formulas. Instead of giving me the immense talent that I could pretend I was afflicted with an incurable penchant for addictive and small miquets. Therefore, my fate was sealed: I'll never be lightkeeper nor CRS, but graphic. Curse!
Since that fatal day, I dragged the burden of advertising agencies in studios, until finally, the supreme lapse, freelance (a medieval term for a mercenary). Frankly, there's nothing to be proud of and the worst thing is that I love what I do ..