Samuel Scriptor
GRAPHIC DESIGNER
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A visual provocateur, typographic advisor, conjurer of graphic atmospheres, and devotee of the black & white line. His current position is Director of Dramatic Design, with specialties in comic-book aesthetics with a philosophical soul; creation of visual characters with their own identity and agency; visual translation of literary, historical, and existential concepts; dialogues between text and image, word, and silence.
Paulí
CARTOONIST OF OLD MAN ONLINE
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Paulí is the Paulo Drama of the 1980s: shy offstage, but bursting with creativity when the curtain rose. A former theater actor, eternal napkin doodler, and fanzine enthusiast at heart, he is now the official cartoonist of the Old Man Online universe.
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Creator of Farfala, the sidewalk philosopher dog who sees the world with sarcastic eyes and a heart of cold beer, Paulí draws the city with the ink of someone who has lived plenty, yet still hears the echoes of the 1980s on the radio of memory.
Paulo Drama
By Horácio Guimarães
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​​​Paulo Drama is deliberately exaggerated and elegantly rebellious. His characters have a life of their own, translating the whispers of the world with the care of someone who knows the value of words.
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Old Man Online was born with beauty, memory, and passion. Its references leap from comic books to philosophies that whisper the invisible.
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He lives between zeal and chaos, between silence and provocation. In a noisy and superficial world, Paulo insists on depth. He dramatizes and thankfully so, because someone must return a bit of his own fiction to reality.
Horácio Guimarães
By Paulo Drama
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Horácio Guimarães carries in his
gaze the weight of someone who
has read too much and still hopes to
be surprised by the next page.
His characters have a life of their
own. Perhaps he is just one more of
them, translating the world’s whispers with the care of someone who knows the value of words.
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He lives between zeal and chaos, between silence and provocation, and insists on depth because someone must return to reality a bit of his own fiction.
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He’s one of those men who age like wine: acidic for the impatient, sublime for those who have time. He spills ideas on the way one spills coffee on the table.
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Acerbic, he laughs with the lightness of someone who no longer has anything to prove. He speaks of Lady Final as one speaks of the weather. He knows she will come (perhaps she’s already in the room ) and still, he puts a record on to play.
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Our Old Man Online doesn’t fit into a single sentence, nor into the silence’s others can’t endure. If there’s anything eternal in him, it’s not his weary body, but his ability to turn any space into a stage and any Lady L… into a character.
