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I am Dely, a Graphic Designer. I have been working with projects of different sizes and with companies from all over the world for more than 9 years now. Several workplaces and loads of different projects have greatly shaped me as a professional.

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I specialize in creating graphic content – logos, brand identity, packaging, digital ads and print design. From the whole spectrum of my services, I find the development of new packaging concepts the most satisfying.

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06/10/19

JOKER ( MOVIE REVIEW )


Arthur Fleck just wants people to smile more.

Let’s face it: The folks of Gotham could use a good smile. A garbage strike has spawned “giant rats.” Violence is on the rise. Social divisions have never been higher, it seems, and everything seems to be spinning out of control.

“Is it just me?” Arthur asks. “Or is it getting crazier out there?”

The question comes freighted with a certain level of irony. After all, Arthur is talking with his legally mandated counselor after a stint in an asylum. He takes seven kinds of psychiatric meds—none of which seem to help one of his most obvious conditions, in which he laughs wildly at the most inopportune times.

But his mother always told him to “smile and put on a happy face,” and so Arthur does. He literally paints one on every morning, entertaining children or spinning signs as a clown. He scribbles constantly in a journal, where jokes mix with his own dark thoughts and pasted-in pornographic pictures. (“I just hope my death makes more cents than my life,” reads one.) Some nights, he tries out his material in low-rent comedy clubs. Some nights he’s the only one laughing.

Still, Arthur keeps trying. He takes care of his invalid mother (who pins her own hopes on the beneficence of her former employer, Thomas Wayne). He reliably clocks into work every day and searches desperately for new human connection somewhere, anywhere: on the bus, on the street, in the apartment elevator.

Gotham does not care. Its machinery tears into the softer things until they’re annihilated or turn as hard and cold and ruthless as the city itself. Not all the rats in Gotham have tails.

One afternoon, street punks steal Arthur’s twirling sign and, when he pursues them, they smash it over his head and beat him senseless. When he shows up at work the next day, Arthur’s boss tells him that he’ll have to return the sign, or pay for it out of his own pocket.

And so it goes. Every day brings a new setback, a new slight, a reason to stop smiling. City budget cuts strip away away his counseling. His meds run out. He’s given a gun—a gun he can’t legally carry—and loses his job because of it.

Then, one dark night on a graffiti-covered subway car, Arthur watches as a trio of well-dressed, well-to-do stock brokers harass a young woman. And he begins to laugh.

He can’t help himself. The laughter shoots from him like water from a half-kinked hose, sounding sometimes like sobs. The brokers sidle up to him, pull him up and punch his still white-painted face. He lands hard on the subway floor and his assailants begin to kick.

BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!

Blood splashes against the subway car walls. Two brokers slump, dead. A third, shot in the leg, tries to make his escape. But the clown follows, gun pointed and cocked.

For most of his life, Arthur only wanted to make people laugh—to give them a sense of joy and release that he’d never known himself. But as the broker tries to scurry up the station stairs, leg bleeding, Arthur feels a different purpose burbling inside.

And he pulls the trigger again.

26/09/19

GOOD BOYS ( Movie Review )


Max, Lucas and Thor have been best buds for … nearly forever. As long as the three sixth-graders can remember anyway. They call themselves the Bean Bag Boys, 'cause … well, it's a long story. But that name makes them sound mysterious, right? Right? Yeah, they think so, too.

Oh, and just in case you're wondering, this isn't a trio of uninformed kids. They know things. They know all about bad words, for instance. Yep, these tweens spit them out all the time. The four letter words, the three letter ones. Thor even knows a nasty one with seven letters. They know about drugs and booze, too. Hey, two of them even got loaded on two sips of beer … each! Lucas backed out, but he's got a low tolerance for alcohol, so no one can really blame him.

Oh, and they know about "sexing," too. Yep, they know all about that stuff. They've watched porn together and seen men and women do things that would turn your stomach. It did theirs.

What they don't know how to do is kiss. And they need to know about that. You see, Max is really stoked to have been invited to Soren's "kissing party" this weekend. And there'll be girls there. And one of those girls will be none other than Brixlee, the girl whom Max plans to marry someday. You know, if he ever gets the nerve up to talk to her.

Figuring out how to kiss good, however, isn't all that easy. You'd be surprised how little they tend to do that in those sexing videos. The boys tried to practice smooching on a full-sized doll that Thor's dad keeps hidden away in a back room. (Yeah, why a grown man would have a secret doll kinda baffled the boys, too. Maybe it's for CPR practice.) Anyway, they were trying to practice kissing on it, but it was sticky in weird places, so they moved on to something else.

Maybe they can spy on Max's teenage next-door neighbor. She's always hugging and hanging on her weird boyfriend. It's called being a nymphomaniac. And Max is pretty sure those kinda girls know all about kissing.

So don't you worry, the Bean Bag Boys are gonna make this party work for Max. After all, future of his marriage depends on it

18/09/19

IT CHAPTER TWO (Movie Review)


He might’ve gotten away with it, too, if it hadn’t been for those meddling kids.

For generations, Pennywise used the town of Derry as his personal hunting ground, haunting its sewers and stealing its children.

Only fitting, really, that Pennywise was defeated by kids too young to shave. In 1989, the so-called Losers’ Club beat the clown and forced him into an uneasy hibernation his final one, the Club’s members longed to believe. Depriving him of the feast he’d become accustomed to every 27 years or so, the children hoped he’d starve.

But you can’t keep a bad clown down. And Pennywise is a very, very bad clown.

In 2016, when the body of a man is found in Derry sliced and diced like stew meat a now adult Mike Hanlon knows that Pennywise is back. While the rest of the Losers’ Club moved away, Mike stayed behind to watch and wait. He remembers Pennywise well, and he remembers the oath that he and his friends took back in the day … to reunite if the murderous villain ever returned.

Funny thing: No one else remembers much of anything.

Besides Mike, the old members of the Losers Club are losers no more: Stuttering Bill’s a successful writer now (even if he doesn’t quite know how to nail a book ending). One-time pudgy new kid Ben now has abs and a prospering architectural firm. Wiseguy Richie’s a standup comedian, hypochondriac Eddie is an insurance whiz. Sensitive Stanley’s a wealthy accountant, and Bev and her husband seem quite comfortable, too.

Yes, they’ve all found success outside Derry and have little desire to go back. In fact, they barely remember Derry at all—especially that terrifying summer of 1989. Seems that when you leave Derry after a fight with Pennywise, you forget a lot of things. Perhaps because you want to forget so badly.

But when they get Mike’s call, they know they have to come back. Despite the terror they suddenly feel, they need to return to Derry. All but Stanley. Oh, he remembers the oath. He remembers more than most, perhaps. And maybe that’s why he slit his wrists.

And when the rest of the Club returns, its members soon have to ask a horrible question. Is Mike the only one who brought them back? Could Pennywise have designs on them, too? Unfinished business, perhaps?

For 27 years, It has waited. For 27 years, It has plotted. It lives on fear as much as blood—the terrified bleats of the human sheep it eats. But this time, It also means to taste something else: revenge

29/08/19

ANGEL HAS FALLEN (Movie Review)


Mike Banning needs to retire.

No, really. He’s seen multiple doctors, and they’re all saying the same thing: Take it easy and be more careful. But that's kind of hard to do when your job is protecting the president of the United States and you’re up for a promotion.

Mike is conflicted. He wants to retire. He’d be able to spend more time with his family, and his health would likely improve. But as Wade Jennings, his friend from the military, says, “We’re lions.” They live for the fight. Even if it might kill them.

Before Mike can make any decisions, though, President Trumbull gets attacked, and a flurry of drones blows up every member of his security detail—everyone but Mike, that is. Mike manages to save the President, but he can't keep Trumbull from falling into a coma. And after the FBI discovers a van filled with incriminating drone equipment and Mike’s DNA, he becomes their number one suspect in the assassination attempt.

Once the president’s guardian angel, now a fugitive, Mike escapes custody to find the attack's real perpetrators. But even as he works feverishly to clear his name, it becomes clear that those who tried to take out Trumbull the first time are still out there.

And they won't fail again.

02/08/19

Hobbs & Shaw (Movie Review)


Luke Hobbs likes routine. Every morning he wakes up at 6 a.m., swallows a few (dozen?) raw eggs, bench-presses a Kia or two and then sets out to save the world. 

And, by his own admission, the guy’s pretty good at it. Practice makes perfect, right? Biceps that need their own airline seat don’t hurt, either. 

Clearly, the bad guys need to step up their game.

An inscrutable, deep-pocketed and ever-so-evil secret agency known as ETEON, thinks Hobbs is the bee’s knees physically, at least. Oh, sure, the Diplomatic Secret Service agent needs a serious attitude adjustment. But if ETEON succeeds in its goal of anihilating most of humanity, Hobbs might slot perfectly into the aftermath. Why, in ETEON’s imagined future, most everyone might have necks the size of truck tires. 

But ETEON really needs to commit some serious genocide before it can consider hiring new hulking adjuncts. And there’s a virus that seems just the ticket. 

Britain’s MI6 is after the virus, too, and a hotshot squad of its agents actually gets to the virus first. But ETEON is not so easily put off. It sends in Brixton Lore, a former MI6 agent himself who thanks to his employers has received a series of cyborgian upgrades. Those upgrades have given him super strength and even a super “Spidey sense,” if you will, which allows him to track, dodge and counter any errant fists flying in his direction. We can only assume he has a killer GPS system, too. And maybe his own version of Siri or Alexa. (“Hey, Me!” He might say during one of his frequent fistfights. “Play, ‘Macarena!’”)

In a showdown for the virus, Brixton quickly kills most of the MI6 squad. Agent Hattie Shaw manages to keep the virus out of Brixton’s hands, but only by making a deeply improbable escape and injecting the virus into her own body. In 72 hours, she’ll be dead. And given the virus’ wildly contagious nature and reliable lethality, the rest of the world might quickly follow.

Clearly, Hattie’s in need of some help, and the CIA sends some. It asks Hobbs to once again consider saving the world for them. But given he’ll be going against a super-human adversary, even Hobbs might need a little help.

The CIA turns to an unlikely source: Deckard Shaw, a former British assassin who’s gone freelance. Yes, he’s an odd pick, but here’s the thing: Hattie’s his sister. He’s an old pal of Brixton’s, too. In fact, you could say that by shooting Brixton in the head a few years ago Shaw helped make Brixton the machine man he is today.

Shaw knows Hobbs as well, by the way. (For a shadowy freelance assassin, the guy’s suprisingly well connected.) Only problem is, he hates Hobbs’ guts. He hates his face. He hates every muscle fiber on Hobbs’ body, and that’s a lot of hate. 

The two get along together just about as well as peanut butter and antifreeze, as Hamilton and Burr, as Taylor Swift and any one of her ex boyfriends.

20/07/19

THE LION KING 2019 (Movie Review)


Simba has a lot to learn. And Mufasa, his roaring royal pop and the Pride Lands' Lion King, is eager to teach him. 
Mufasa takes time to help Simba explore the vast African valley that is their kingdom, a land that stretches for as far as the eye can see. He explains important subjects, including things about the balance of large and small, good and evil. Mufasa lays out a tapestry of an ever-renewing existence, birth and death, a circle of life.
Simba hears his father's words. Some of them he takes to heart. But often, he's more concerned with the fun stuff of life: romping in tall grass, chasing small birds, rollicking with best bud Nala.
Unfortunately, choosing a steady diet of silly fun over wisdom can sometimes land a young cub in trouble, even if he is the crown prince. It can lead him into threatening shadows and make deadly foes take notice. When a prince doesn't heed his father's words he might also find himself misled by those who want to manipulate him. 
Simba's power-hungry and sly-eyed Uncle Scar, for instance, would like nothing better than to quietly deceive a witless cub into being bait in a trap. What kind of trap? It's a snare made up of sheer cliffs, a narrow gorge, nipping hyenas and stampeding antelope. A trap that might even kill a king, and in turn give power to the king's wily brother. 
And even though that hateful uncle masterminds the whole terrible thing, he's engineered his plot so cunningly that he can turn to his princely, foolish nephew and exclaim, "Simba, what have you done?!" And, of course, a young purblind cub might be instantly certain that he indeed is the one to blame running away to hide from the guilt and shame of his deeds.
Yes, Simba has a lot to learn if he's going to reclaim the Pride Lands' throne from his usurping uncle, Scar. Then again, after Simba bumps into a carefree warthog and meerkat duo, he's not sure he really wants to become the Lion King after all.

10/07/19

ANNA (Movie Review)


All Anna Politova ever wanted was a normal life. Orphaned at a young age, she grew up in Moscow suffering abuse, meddling in drugs and subsisting below the poverty line.

With non-existent self-esteem and dwindling hope in the world, Anna decides one night to end it all. But on the verge of death, she’s given a choice at the last minute by a mysterious man: serve for five years in the KGB as an operative or die.

Choosing the former, she embarks on a life filled with extreme violence—one that is continually dictated by her communist government.

When her five-year mark approaches, Anna learns that her promised independence was a lie. Distraught and embittered, she realizes that she alone holds the key to her own freedom.

But deliverance will come at a violent price.

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Clothes, accessories, fnb, commercials, editorial, collections and handmade brands

Design
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Photoshop, Illustrator, Indesign and Lightroom

Music
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Ableton, FL Studio, Logic Pro, Cubase, Sonar and Garage Band

Video
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After Effect, Adobe premiere, Final Cut, Sony Vegas and Movie maker

Office
Software Skills

Excel, word, power point, and much more

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Dely E. Winstead
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South Jakarta, Indonesia

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delyofj@gmail.com

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