THE INK HITS THE WALL
Every poster is a hand-cut riot
No digital files. Scissors, scalpels, and Letraset on the light table at Rue de Thann — each letter placed by hand before dawn.
Two colors, zero apologies
Pink and yellow, two passes through the screen. Cyan only when the budget held that week — and the client paid upfront.
The registration is never perfect
2mm offset is not a mistake — it is the heartbeat of the print. Each poster in the run of 300 is its own original.
Paste it by morning, gone by sunset
Sandaga market walls are the gallery. Humidity peels the paper before the weekend — replaced next Friday, louder than before.