I remember I was about 15 years old, I was home alone as I connected my parents' cassette recorder (a very oldschool device) directly to the TV. I turned the camera on and pointed it towards me so that I could see myself on the television. And like that, I created my very first improvised selfie mode. I shut the curtains. I was ashamed of this. I looked at my face as if I was looking at a stranger. Trying every possible expression, from every possible angle. An unmirrored view of myself, wanting to find out what other people saw when they looked at me. Yesterday my sister came over and asked me if she could take a picture of me. And it was like being my 15 year old self again. As if my face was putting on different outfits, and we were laughing about how weird some of them looked on me. As if I outgrew all the suits that always seemed to fit me so well in the past. I went through a whole bunch. The confused "Why are we alive?!" guy. The "I will murder you, please give me hug!" combo. My good friend "Don't you DARE talk to me!" The well rehearsed "Piercing eyes stage stare." They all served me well at some point. And now this is me, laughing together with my photographer about all those old suits I tried on. And the moment right after that. As close as I can get to a truthful expression. And I would like to introduce myself again exactly this way. As much free from performance as possible. Lovingly laughing about the old, and with that, creating the new. It’s nice to meet you all! I will be sharing a little bit more in the coming time. How have you all been??