Stefan Matioc

When he was a kid, he'd draw on himself if he ran out of paper. He falls in love daily. He speaks three languages and lives in Mexico City, although his family is from Romania and he was born in San Francisco. He's always trying to be more honest with himself. He's a writer, an illustrator, a designer, a painter. He works big and small and everything in between -- from zines to neon lights to t-shirts to murals. 

I would know it was him just by hearing his laugh. He painted his fingernails to impress a girl ("Did it work?" I asked. He grinned. "Yeah, it did.").

Bobbie Harte