My dad’s face when I waved that little book on Skype one hour ago, y’all. He looked so young. Smiling, and full of excitement. Goddamn, it was beautiful.
The road to this picture. Eight straight years of intense focus. Thoughts about Iran, Ukraine, Venezuela, Ethiopia. The arbitrary-ness of where you are born and how it controls your life before you even started it. My somehow botched childhood that led me to having the possibility to choose where I want to live.
I’m Harold, a France-born American designer, producer and musician. Welcome.