Self Portrait, 2025
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A mirror, a year, and what’s left of me.
Somewhere between documentation and disappearance.
2025 felt fractured.
Emotionally exhausted.
Creatively disconnected. Creating constantly anyway.
Unsafe in ways I didn’t expect.
Trying to keep building while parts of my life were quietly collapsing underneath me.
I thought I was making a retrospective about the year.
I think I was actually trying to remember who I was.
Watch the concept video below.
The first self portrait. The first archive object.
A year assembled from fragments.
There were moments that shook everything loose.
Long nights.
Silence.
Noise.
People misunderstanding me entirely.
People saving me without realizing it.
Music helped.
So did movement.
So did creating anyway.
Jo Ryder demos.
Voice notes.
City lights through car windows.
Half-finished thoughts.
Tiny moments that still felt alive.
Photographs. Buenos Aires. Gaspe. New York.
Sometimes creation becomes less about ambition and more about survival.
This wasn't the beginning of Coolhunter.
It was the beginning of understanding what Coolhunter was becoming. It became a way of holding onto the dreamer, the romantic, the artist — the parts of myself I didn’t want the year to erase.
And maybe we’ve all become a little too comfortable flattening people into assumptions before hearing what they’ve survived.
Because all our highlights never tell the full story.
“We leave pieces of ourselves everywhere.”
