Well. It seems like you might be looking for some thoughtful intervention art direction.

I used to think being an adult meant eating cup noodles on the couch. I was partially right.

I'm Alice. Italian, 25, perpetually barefoot.

I've lived in enough places to know that the world is full of too much, too much color, too much noise, too many versions of the same idea. So I became the person who crosses things out. The wrong word. The extra element. The almost-right.

Turns out that's just called art direction.