I met Dean Jarvis when I was an 18 year old kid who didn’t know the first thing about being on a stage. He graciously wrapped his arm around me and guided me through the next 10 years, teaching me so much of what I know now. He helped me become a performer and learn to love doing it. He believed in me whole-heartedly and never let me forget it. sweet Dean. our hearts are so heavy. there are not enough words, nor the right ones to accurately measure this loss. I’ve known and loved you for a decade. we’ve been around the world and back together, day in and day out, in the closest of quarters. what a particular and nuanced experience that I’m so grateful to understand the gravity of. through inexplicable peaks and difficult valleys, you were always at the core, calmly guiding us back to centre. you were and will always be my family. I will miss your warm terms of endearment, our playful squabbles over my alarm clock, your distaste for socks with sandles, hearing your stoic “verse 2,3,4”, the way your eyes lit up like a cartoon character at the mention of your wife and children, how you told every story (in great detail with a sprinkle of dramatic effect), your laughter, and looking over at you every night on stage for some of the best, most scary, most challenging, most beautiful years of my life, with the unspoken understanding that your secret wink and smile meant you were right there with me. Now, I know you’ll be right there all the time. I love you & miss you, my dear friend. see you soon 🕊️
I met Dean Jarvis when I was an 18 year old kid who didn’t know the first thing about being on a stage. He graciously wrapped his arm around me and guided me through the next 10 years, teaching me so much of what I know now. He helped me become a performer and learn to love doing it. He believed in me whole-heartedly and never let me forget it. sweet Dean. our hearts are so heavy. there are not enough words, nor the right ones to accurately measure this loss. I’ve known and loved you for a decade. we’ve been around the world and back together, day in and day out, in the closest of quarters. what a particular and nuanced experience that I’m so grateful to understand the gravity of. through inexplicable peaks and difficult valleys, you were always at the core, calmly guiding us back to centre. you were and will always be my family. I will miss your warm terms of endearment, our playful squabbles over my alarm clock, your distaste for socks with sandles, hearing your stoic “verse 2,3,4”, the way your eyes lit up like a cartoon character at the mention of your wife and children, how you told every story (in great detail with a sprinkle of dramatic effect), your laughter, and looking over at you every night on stage for some of the best, most scary, most challenging, most beautiful years of my life, with the unspoken understanding that your secret wink and smile meant you were right there with me. Now, I know you’ll be right there all the time. I love you & miss you, my dear friend. see you soon 🕊️
I met Dean Jarvis when I was an 18 year old kid who didn’t know the first thing about being on a stage. He graciously wrapped his arm around me and guided me through the next 10 years, teaching me so much of what I know now. He helped me become a performer and learn to love doing it. He believed in me whole-heartedly and never let me forget it. sweet Dean. our hearts are so heavy. there are not enough words, nor the right ones to accurately measure this loss. I’ve known and loved you for a decade. we’ve been around the world and back together, day in and day out, in the closest of quarters. what a particular and nuanced experience that I’m so grateful to understand the gravity of. through inexplicable peaks and difficult valleys, you were always at the core, calmly guiding us back to centre. you were and will always be my family. I will miss your warm terms of endearment, our playful squabbles over my alarm clock, your distaste for socks with sandles, hearing your stoic “verse 2,3,4”, the way your eyes lit up like a cartoon character at the mention of your wife and children, how you told every story (in great detail with a sprinkle of dramatic effect), your laughter, and looking over at you every night on stage for some of the best, most scary, most challenging, most beautiful years of my life, with the unspoken understanding that your secret wink and smile meant you were right there with me. Now, I know you’ll be right there all the time. I love you & miss you, my dear friend. see you soon 🕊️
I met Dean Jarvis when I was an 18 year old kid who didn’t know the first thing about being on a stage. He graciously wrapped his arm around me and guided me through the next 10 years, teaching me so much of what I know now. He helped me become a performer and learn to love doing it. He believed in me whole-heartedly and never let me forget it. sweet Dean. our hearts are so heavy. there are not enough words, nor the right ones to accurately measure this loss. I’ve known and loved you for a decade. we’ve been around the world and back together, day in and day out, in the closest of quarters. what a particular and nuanced experience that I’m so grateful to understand the gravity of. through inexplicable peaks and difficult valleys, you were always at the core, calmly guiding us back to centre. you were and will always be my family. I will miss your warm terms of endearment, our playful squabbles over my alarm clock, your distaste for socks with sandles, hearing your stoic “verse 2,3,4”, the way your eyes lit up like a cartoon character at the mention of your wife and children, how you told every story (in great detail with a sprinkle of dramatic effect), your laughter, and looking over at you every night on stage for some of the best, most scary, most challenging, most beautiful years of my life, with the unspoken understanding that your secret wink and smile meant you were right there with me. Now, I know you’ll be right there all the time. I love you & miss you, my dear friend. see you soon 🕊️
I met Dean Jarvis when I was an 18 year old kid who didn’t know the first thing about being on a stage. He graciously wrapped his arm around me and guided me through the next 10 years, teaching me so much of what I know now. He helped me become a performer and learn to love doing it. He believed in me whole-heartedly and never let me forget it. sweet Dean. our hearts are so heavy. there are not enough words, nor the right ones to accurately measure this loss. I’ve known and loved you for a decade. we’ve been around the world and back together, day in and day out, in the closest of quarters. what a particular and nuanced experience that I’m so grateful to understand the gravity of. through inexplicable peaks and difficult valleys, you were always at the core, calmly guiding us back to centre. you were and will always be my family. I will miss your warm terms of endearment, our playful squabbles over my alarm clock, your distaste for socks with sandles, hearing your stoic “verse 2,3,4”, the way your eyes lit up like a cartoon character at the mention of your wife and children, how you told every story (in great detail with a sprinkle of dramatic effect), your laughter, and looking over at you every night on stage for some of the best, most scary, most challenging, most beautiful years of my life, with the unspoken understanding that your secret wink and smile meant you were right there with me. Now, I know you’ll be right there all the time. I love you & miss you, my dear friend. see you soon 🕊️
I met Dean Jarvis when I was an 18 year old kid who didn’t know the first thing about being on a stage. He graciously wrapped his arm around me and guided me through the next 10 years, teaching me so much of what I know now. He helped me become a performer and learn to love doing it. He believed in me whole-heartedly and never let me forget it. sweet Dean. our hearts are so heavy. there are not enough words, nor the right ones to accurately measure this loss. I’ve known and loved you for a decade. we’ve been around the world and back together, day in and day out, in the closest of quarters. what a particular and nuanced experience that I’m so grateful to understand the gravity of. through inexplicable peaks and difficult valleys, you were always at the core, calmly guiding us back to centre. you were and will always be my family. I will miss your warm terms of endearment, our playful squabbles over my alarm clock, your distaste for socks with sandles, hearing your stoic “verse 2,3,4”, the way your eyes lit up like a cartoon character at the mention of your wife and children, how you told every story (in great detail with a sprinkle of dramatic effect), your laughter, and looking over at you every night on stage for some of the best, most scary, most challenging, most beautiful years of my life, with the unspoken understanding that your secret wink and smile meant you were right there with me. Now, I know you’ll be right there all the time. I love you & miss you, my dear friend. see you soon 🕊️
I met Dean Jarvis when I was an 18 year old kid who didn’t know the first thing about being on a stage. He graciously wrapped his arm around me and guided me through the next 10 years, teaching me so much of what I know now. He helped me become a performer and learn to love doing it. He believed in me whole-heartedly and never let me forget it. sweet Dean. our hearts are so heavy. there are not enough words, nor the right ones to accurately measure this loss. I’ve known and loved you for a decade. we’ve been around the world and back together, day in and day out, in the closest of quarters. what a particular and nuanced experience that I’m so grateful to understand the gravity of. through inexplicable peaks and difficult valleys, you were always at the core, calmly guiding us back to centre. you were and will always be my family. I will miss your warm terms of endearment, our playful squabbles over my alarm clock, your distaste for socks with sandles, hearing your stoic “verse 2,3,4”, the way your eyes lit up like a cartoon character at the mention of your wife and children, how you told every story (in great detail with a sprinkle of dramatic effect), your laughter, and looking over at you every night on stage for some of the best, most scary, most challenging, most beautiful years of my life, with the unspoken understanding that your secret wink and smile meant you were right there with me. Now, I know you’ll be right there all the time. I love you & miss you, my dear friend. see you soon 🕊️
I met Dean Jarvis when I was an 18 year old kid who didn’t know the first thing about being on a stage. He graciously wrapped his arm around me and guided me through the next 10 years, teaching me so much of what I know now. He helped me become a performer and learn to love doing it. He believed in me whole-heartedly and never let me forget it. sweet Dean. our hearts are so heavy. there are not enough words, nor the right ones to accurately measure this loss. I’ve known and loved you for a decade. we’ve been around the world and back together, day in and day out, in the closest of quarters. what a particular and nuanced experience that I’m so grateful to understand the gravity of. through inexplicable peaks and difficult valleys, you were always at the core, calmly guiding us back to centre. you were and will always be my family. I will miss your warm terms of endearment, our playful squabbles over my alarm clock, your distaste for socks with sandles, hearing your stoic “verse 2,3,4”, the way your eyes lit up like a cartoon character at the mention of your wife and children, how you told every story (in great detail with a sprinkle of dramatic effect), your laughter, and looking over at you every night on stage for some of the best, most scary, most challenging, most beautiful years of my life, with the unspoken understanding that your secret wink and smile meant you were right there with me. Now, I know you’ll be right there all the time. I love you & miss you, my dear friend. see you soon 🕊️
I met Dean Jarvis when I was an 18 year old kid who didn’t know the first thing about being on a stage. He graciously wrapped his arm around me and guided me through the next 10 years, teaching me so much of what I know now. He helped me become a performer and learn to love doing it. He believed in me whole-heartedly and never let me forget it. sweet Dean. our hearts are so heavy. there are not enough words, nor the right ones to accurately measure this loss. I’ve known and loved you for a decade. we’ve been around the world and back together, day in and day out, in the closest of quarters. what a particular and nuanced experience that I’m so grateful to understand the gravity of. through inexplicable peaks and difficult valleys, you were always at the core, calmly guiding us back to centre. you were and will always be my family. I will miss your warm terms of endearment, our playful squabbles over my alarm clock, your distaste for socks with sandles, hearing your stoic “verse 2,3,4”, the way your eyes lit up like a cartoon character at the mention of your wife and children, how you told every story (in great detail with a sprinkle of dramatic effect), your laughter, and looking over at you every night on stage for some of the best, most scary, most challenging, most beautiful years of my life, with the unspoken understanding that your secret wink and smile meant you were right there with me. Now, I know you’ll be right there all the time. I love you & miss you, my dear friend. see you soon 🕊️
I met Dean Jarvis when I was an 18 year old kid who didn’t know the first thing about being on a stage. He graciously wrapped his arm around me and guided me through the next 10 years, teaching me so much of what I know now. He helped me become a performer and learn to love doing it. He believed in me whole-heartedly and never let me forget it. sweet Dean. our hearts are so heavy. there are not enough words, nor the right ones to accurately measure this loss. I’ve known and loved you for a decade. we’ve been around the world and back together, day in and day out, in the closest of quarters. what a particular and nuanced experience that I’m so grateful to understand the gravity of. through inexplicable peaks and difficult valleys, you were always at the core, calmly guiding us back to centre. you were and will always be my family. I will miss your warm terms of endearment, our playful squabbles over my alarm clock, your distaste for socks with sandles, hearing your stoic “verse 2,3,4”, the way your eyes lit up like a cartoon character at the mention of your wife and children, how you told every story (in great detail with a sprinkle of dramatic effect), your laughter, and looking over at you every night on stage for some of the best, most scary, most challenging, most beautiful years of my life, with the unspoken understanding that your secret wink and smile meant you were right there with me. Now, I know you’ll be right there all the time. I love you & miss you, my dear friend. see you soon 🕊️
I met Dean Jarvis when I was an 18 year old kid who didn’t know the first thing about being on a stage. He graciously wrapped his arm around me and guided me through the next 10 years, teaching me so much of what I know now. He helped me become a performer and learn to love doing it. He believed in me whole-heartedly and never let me forget it. sweet Dean. our hearts are so heavy. there are not enough words, nor the right ones to accurately measure this loss. I’ve known and loved you for a decade. we’ve been around the world and back together, day in and day out, in the closest of quarters. what a particular and nuanced experience that I’m so grateful to understand the gravity of. through inexplicable peaks and difficult valleys, you were always at the core, calmly guiding us back to centre. you were and will always be my family. I will miss your warm terms of endearment, our playful squabbles over my alarm clock, your distaste for socks with sandles, hearing your stoic “verse 2,3,4”, the way your eyes lit up like a cartoon character at the mention of your wife and children, how you told every story (in great detail with a sprinkle of dramatic effect), your laughter, and looking over at you every night on stage for some of the best, most scary, most challenging, most beautiful years of my life, with the unspoken understanding that your secret wink and smile meant you were right there with me. Now, I know you’ll be right there all the time. I love you & miss you, my dear friend. see you soon 🕊️
I met Dean Jarvis when I was an 18 year old kid who didn’t know the first thing about being on a stage. He graciously wrapped his arm around me and guided me through the next 10 years, teaching me so much of what I know now. He helped me become a performer and learn to love doing it. He believed in me whole-heartedly and never let me forget it. sweet Dean. our hearts are so heavy. there are not enough words, nor the right ones to accurately measure this loss. I’ve known and loved you for a decade. we’ve been around the world and back together, day in and day out, in the closest of quarters. what a particular and nuanced experience that I’m so grateful to understand the gravity of. through inexplicable peaks and difficult valleys, you were always at the core, calmly guiding us back to centre. you were and will always be my family. I will miss your warm terms of endearment, our playful squabbles over my alarm clock, your distaste for socks with sandles, hearing your stoic “verse 2,3,4”, the way your eyes lit up like a cartoon character at the mention of your wife and children, how you told every story (in great detail with a sprinkle of dramatic effect), your laughter, and looking over at you every night on stage for some of the best, most scary, most challenging, most beautiful years of my life, with the unspoken understanding that your secret wink and smile meant you were right there with me. Now, I know you’ll be right there all the time. I love you & miss you, my dear friend. see you soon 🕊️
I met Dean Jarvis when I was an 18 year old kid who didn’t know the first thing about being on a stage. He graciously wrapped his arm around me and guided me through the next 10 years, teaching me so much of what I know now. He helped me become a performer and learn to love doing it. He believed in me whole-heartedly and never let me forget it. sweet Dean. our hearts are so heavy. there are not enough words, nor the right ones to accurately measure this loss. I’ve known and loved you for a decade. we’ve been around the world and back together, day in and day out, in the closest of quarters. what a particular and nuanced experience that I’m so grateful to understand the gravity of. through inexplicable peaks and difficult valleys, you were always at the core, calmly guiding us back to centre. you were and will always be my family. I will miss your warm terms of endearment, our playful squabbles over my alarm clock, your distaste for socks with sandles, hearing your stoic “verse 2,3,4”, the way your eyes lit up like a cartoon character at the mention of your wife and children, how you told every story (in great detail with a sprinkle of dramatic effect), your laughter, and looking over at you every night on stage for some of the best, most scary, most challenging, most beautiful years of my life, with the unspoken understanding that your secret wink and smile meant you were right there with me. Now, I know you’ll be right there all the time. I love you & miss you, my dear friend. see you soon 🕊️
I met Dean Jarvis when I was an 18 year old kid who didn’t know the first thing about being on a stage. He graciously wrapped his arm around me and guided me through the next 10 years, teaching me so much of what I know now. He helped me become a performer and learn to love doing it. He believed in me whole-heartedly and never let me forget it. sweet Dean. our hearts are so heavy. there are not enough words, nor the right ones to accurately measure this loss. I’ve known and loved you for a decade. we’ve been around the world and back together, day in and day out, in the closest of quarters. what a particular and nuanced experience that I’m so grateful to understand the gravity of. through inexplicable peaks and difficult valleys, you were always at the core, calmly guiding us back to centre. you were and will always be my family. I will miss your warm terms of endearment, our playful squabbles over my alarm clock, your distaste for socks with sandles, hearing your stoic “verse 2,3,4”, the way your eyes lit up like a cartoon character at the mention of your wife and children, how you told every story (in great detail with a sprinkle of dramatic effect), your laughter, and looking over at you every night on stage for some of the best, most scary, most challenging, most beautiful years of my life, with the unspoken understanding that your secret wink and smile meant you were right there with me. Now, I know you’ll be right there all the time. I love you & miss you, my dear friend. see you soon 🕊️
I met Dean Jarvis when I was an 18 year old kid who didn’t know the first thing about being on a stage. He graciously wrapped his arm around me and guided me through the next 10 years, teaching me so much of what I know now. He helped me become a performer and learn to love doing it. He believed in me whole-heartedly and never let me forget it. sweet Dean. our hearts are so heavy. there are not enough words, nor the right ones to accurately measure this loss. I’ve known and loved you for a decade. we’ve been around the world and back together, day in and day out, in the closest of quarters. what a particular and nuanced experience that I’m so grateful to understand the gravity of. through inexplicable peaks and difficult valleys, you were always at the core, calmly guiding us back to centre. you were and will always be my family. I will miss your warm terms of endearment, our playful squabbles over my alarm clock, your distaste for socks with sandles, hearing your stoic “verse 2,3,4”, the way your eyes lit up like a cartoon character at the mention of your wife and children, how you told every story (in great detail with a sprinkle of dramatic effect), your laughter, and looking over at you every night on stage for some of the best, most scary, most challenging, most beautiful years of my life, with the unspoken understanding that your secret wink and smile meant you were right there with me. Now, I know you’ll be right there all the time. I love you & miss you, my dear friend. see you soon 🕊️
I met Dean Jarvis when I was an 18 year old kid who didn’t know the first thing about being on a stage. He graciously wrapped his arm around me and guided me through the next 10 years, teaching me so much of what I know now. He helped me become a performer and learn to love doing it. He believed in me whole-heartedly and never let me forget it. sweet Dean. our hearts are so heavy. there are not enough words, nor the right ones to accurately measure this loss. I’ve known and loved you for a decade. we’ve been around the world and back together, day in and day out, in the closest of quarters. what a particular and nuanced experience that I’m so grateful to understand the gravity of. through inexplicable peaks and difficult valleys, you were always at the core, calmly guiding us back to centre. you were and will always be my family. I will miss your warm terms of endearment, our playful squabbles over my alarm clock, your distaste for socks with sandles, hearing your stoic “verse 2,3,4”, the way your eyes lit up like a cartoon character at the mention of your wife and children, how you told every story (in great detail with a sprinkle of dramatic effect), your laughter, and looking over at you every night on stage for some of the best, most scary, most challenging, most beautiful years of my life, with the unspoken understanding that your secret wink and smile meant you were right there with me. Now, I know you’ll be right there all the time. I love you & miss you, my dear friend. see you soon 🕊️
I met Dean Jarvis when I was an 18 year old kid who didn’t know the first thing about being on a stage. He graciously wrapped his arm around me and guided me through the next 10 years, teaching me so much of what I know now. He helped me become a performer and learn to love doing it. He believed in me whole-heartedly and never let me forget it. sweet Dean. our hearts are so heavy. there are not enough words, nor the right ones to accurately measure this loss. I’ve known and loved you for a decade. we’ve been around the world and back together, day in and day out, in the closest of quarters. what a particular and nuanced experience that I’m so grateful to understand the gravity of. through inexplicable peaks and difficult valleys, you were always at the core, calmly guiding us back to centre. you were and will always be my family. I will miss your warm terms of endearment, our playful squabbles over my alarm clock, your distaste for socks with sandles, hearing your stoic “verse 2,3,4”, the way your eyes lit up like a cartoon character at the mention of your wife and children, how you told every story (in great detail with a sprinkle of dramatic effect), your laughter, and looking over at you every night on stage for some of the best, most scary, most challenging, most beautiful years of my life, with the unspoken understanding that your secret wink and smile meant you were right there with me. Now, I know you’ll be right there all the time. I love you & miss you, my dear friend. see you soon 🕊️
I met Dean Jarvis when I was an 18 year old kid who didn’t know the first thing about being on a stage. He graciously wrapped his arm around me and guided me through the next 10 years, teaching me so much of what I know now. He helped me become a performer and learn to love doing it. He believed in me whole-heartedly and never let me forget it. sweet Dean. our hearts are so heavy. there are not enough words, nor the right ones to accurately measure this loss. I’ve known and loved you for a decade. we’ve been around the world and back together, day in and day out, in the closest of quarters. what a particular and nuanced experience that I’m so grateful to understand the gravity of. through inexplicable peaks and difficult valleys, you were always at the core, calmly guiding us back to centre. you were and will always be my family. I will miss your warm terms of endearment, our playful squabbles over my alarm clock, your distaste for socks with sandles, hearing your stoic “verse 2,3,4”, the way your eyes lit up like a cartoon character at the mention of your wife and children, how you told every story (in great detail with a sprinkle of dramatic effect), your laughter, and looking over at you every night on stage for some of the best, most scary, most challenging, most beautiful years of my life, with the unspoken understanding that your secret wink and smile meant you were right there with me. Now, I know you’ll be right there all the time. I love you & miss you, my dear friend. see you soon 🕊️
I met Dean Jarvis when I was an 18 year old kid who didn’t know the first thing about being on a stage. He graciously wrapped his arm around me and guided me through the next 10 years, teaching me so much of what I know now. He helped me become a performer and learn to love doing it. He believed in me whole-heartedly and never let me forget it. sweet Dean. our hearts are so heavy. there are not enough words, nor the right ones to accurately measure this loss. I’ve known and loved you for a decade. we’ve been around the world and back together, day in and day out, in the closest of quarters. what a particular and nuanced experience that I’m so grateful to understand the gravity of. through inexplicable peaks and difficult valleys, you were always at the core, calmly guiding us back to centre. you were and will always be my family. I will miss your warm terms of endearment, our playful squabbles over my alarm clock, your distaste for socks with sandles, hearing your stoic “verse 2,3,4”, the way your eyes lit up like a cartoon character at the mention of your wife and children, how you told every story (in great detail with a sprinkle of dramatic effect), your laughter, and looking over at you every night on stage for some of the best, most scary, most challenging, most beautiful years of my life, with the unspoken understanding that your secret wink and smile meant you were right there with me. Now, I know you’ll be right there all the time. I love you & miss you, my dear friend. see you soon 🕊️
LOVE & HYPERBOLE: THE TRACKLIST ❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️ couldn’t be more excited to show you this trailer and to finally show you the tracklist!!! thank you endlessly to the entire team. full short film in my last post xx feb 14th.
LOVE & HYPERBOLE: THE TRACKLIST ❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️ couldn’t be more excited to show you this trailer and to finally show you the tracklist!!! thank you endlessly to the entire team. full short film in my last post xx feb 14th.
thank you @euphoriazine ❣️ Words & Digital Editor: @iamfabio_ Photography: @shervinfoto Editor-in-Chief: @lauraersoy Styling: @anthonypedrazastylist Hair: @hairbyenzac Makeup: @sophieono
1 week till love & hyperbole ❣️ did another sm7 session with slow motion in honour (full on youtube) xx
big thanks to @Lenovo, @Intel, and the amazing creatives including @directedbydario @christianstroble @marisjones @gaiaesthermaria @gordydestjeor who helped bring the Love & Hyperbole trailer to life ❣️ Episode 3 in our Made By series is out now on my youtube. Love & Hyperbole out February 14th
