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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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When I start any design project, I strive to develop unique high quality concepts. Contact me if you want to develop a new product packaging, renew your corporate identity or, overall, to strengthen the visual appeal of your business. Check out my work!


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Want job security? Be a hitman. If you’re a bad one, you’ll still likely have a job ‘til you die. And if you’re John Wick, your shady employers will make it nearly impossible to quit.

Actually, he did quit. Once. He chucked his weapons, bought a nice car and settled down with his new wife, Helen. But then his wife died and Russian gangsters killed his dog. Next thing you know, he’s slaughtering folks left and right, as if he’d never left the biz. Forget Wick pocketing an AARP card. With him, everything is “AARG!” and “AACK!” and “GET THAT ICE PICK OUT OF MY EYE!”

But these days, John kills people off the clock. He has no choice. Ever since he killed a crime kingpin part of the infamous “High Table” he’s been a wanted man himself. By the time John Wick: Chapter 3 opens, the prize on his grizzled head is a cool $14 million, and every assassin and underground bounty hunter on the planet would like to separate it from his suit-draped shoulders.

John Wick’s good at killing. But can he kill every Tom, Ivan and Harry who comes gunning for him indefinitely? Maybe not. And let’s face it: John would like to play fetch with his new dog without the both of them constantly dodging bullets and ninja stars.

There’s only one way out, John figures. And that’s to get back in.

But that won’t be easy. Pert near everyone on John’s contact list is an enemy these days. He’s been declared “excommunicado,” meaning no self-respecting criminal can give the guy as much as a stick of gum. If John wants to get back into this bad world’s good graces, he’ll need to somehow convince the High Table that he deserves another chance or go above its collective head and speak to someone that even the Table fears.

It won’t be easy, of course. He’ll probably have to fight hundreds of weapons-brandishing enemies, shed pints blood, stave off utter exhaustion and do his dead-level best to keep his dog safe.

In other words, just another week at the grind for good ol’ John Wick



Half of the cosmos’ lungs were stilled, half its hearts were stopped. In an instant, billions of lives became so much ash, carried aloft by a breeze or breath. For you are dust, and to dust you shall return.

Thanos had won.

It wasn’t supposed to happen this way. It couldn’t … could it?

Sure, Thanos, the purple-tinged Titan, was strong. Boy was he strong powerful enough to best Thor all by himself, brutish enough to give the Hulk an inferiority complex. For centuries millennia, perhaps he’d led his armies across the galaxy, conquering worlds and killing half their inhabitants. For the good of the rest, he claimed. Small consolation to those he massacred.

But the galaxy’s an awfully big place, and Thanos was tired of messing around. He began to search for its six Infinity Stones, objects created before the dawn of time, each bestowing godlike powers. If he could claim them all, Thanos’ nihilistic ambitions would be unstoppable. Inevitable.

But is Thanos’ victory truly an inevitability? For years (chronicled by several movies), a motley collection of superheroes has managed to wrest those selfsame Infinity Stones from lesser villains: Thor bottled up the red Reality Stone. Doctor Strange claimed the green Time Stone. The ragtag heroes from Guardians of the Galaxy took the purple Power Stone away from Thanos’ own lackey, Ronan. And so on.

We believe that good is stronger than evil. We believe in our happy endings. And in fight after fight, movie after movie, our faith was rewarded.

And then came Avengers: Infinity War, and everything changed. Good lost. The happy ending never materialized. Thanos walked into the sunset as the credits rolled, leaving the galaxy to grieve. End. Done. Finished.

But is it? Could the grave that Thanos dug for half the universe still give up its stores?

Steve Rogers, aka Captain America, leads a support group to encourage others to move on from the Snap. “The world is in our hands,” he tells them. “It’s up to us, guys, to do something with it.”

But in a private moment with friend Natasha Romanoff, he admits he’s not ready to follow his own advice.

Some do move on, Cap admits. “But not us.”

Yes, the clock struck zero, and the surviving Avengers' opponent has left the field. But not all of Earth's Mightiest Heroes are ready to call it a day.

Maybe just maybe there’s a way to win yet.


HOTEL MUMBAI (Movie Review)

Bullets scream through the Indian air hitting walls, hitting windows, hitting bodies with a spray of blood.

It’s Nov. 26, 2009, and terrorists stalk the streets of Mumbai like wolves on the hunt. They rip through a subway station, killing 58. They tear apart a café, killing another 10. Taxis blow up. Tourists are gunned down. The attacks are coordinated, swift, obviously lethal.

Before the attacks, Mumbai had become a symbol of the resurgent, rapidly developing country of India its power and progress and newfound wealth. That made it a natural target for the disenfranchised. As we watch the terrorists prowl through Mumbai’s avenues and allies, a cleric speaking to his lackeys through earpieces reminds them of just how disenfranchised they are.

“Look at all they’ve stolen,” the unseen imam tells them. “From your fathers. From your grandfathers. … Remember, the whole world will be watching.”

The Taj has seen such things before.

The Taj Mahal Palace Hotel sits by the Gateway of India like a jewel, just as it has since 1903. It was the only hotel in India with electricity when it was built. And for more than a century it’s where Maharajas and Mountbattens alike met and ate and stayed. The place has lost none of its luster by 2009: The flowers in the lobby are perfectly cut, the floors perfectly polished, the bottles of chardonnay perfectly chilled. In Mumbai’s frenetic heart, the Taj has always been a cool center of moneyed civility an oasis amid the city’s chaos.

“Here at the Taj, guest is god,” head chef Hemant Oberoi intones to his staff. They solemnly nod their heads in agreement.

Even on a day like today, when Mumbai’s streets run with fresh blood, the Taj stands unflappable.

Until the first terrorists enter the lobby.

Guests are gods?

Now, the staff must try to ensure that the guests aren’t dead.


TRIPLE THREAT (Movie Review)

Payu and Long Fei are seasoned trackers hired to help find a secret military camp hidden somewhere in an East Asian jungle. They were told by the mercenary soldiers they're guiding that they're on a rescue mission: a chance to free an unjustly detained group of political prisoners.

That couldn't be further from the truth.

The real reason these heavily armed merc killers want to find that secret government camp is to free their boss, an international terrorist and assassin named Collins. They plan to break him out and then murder everyone else, including Payu and Long Fei.

Fortunately for the two trackers, they're more than just guides. They're seasoned soldiers in their own right. And pretty accomplished ones, too. They know how to squeak out of tight, deadly corners. And by the hair on their chinny-chin-chins, they avoid being obliterated by the C-4 explosives the merc team leaves behind.

Turns out someone else escaped the death-dealing at the camp as well. A guerilla fighter and fellow martial artist by the name of Jaka also makes it out. The man's wife, however, does not.

That leaves a trio of angry men with a certain set of skills. And these proficient and provoked fighters now have a common cause. As they begin tracking the murderous mercs, they realize that the killers are already locked in on another violent assignment: assassinating a certain Chinese heiress.

So this triple threat of Payu, Long Fei and Jaka now has a simple and clear objective: Save the young woman … and track down and kill all the evildoers involved.


DUMBO (Movie Review)

Twelve-year-old Milly Farrier doesn't quite fit in her two-bit, fleabag circus world. She's half a twist off and just a bit too, well, smart. I mean, sure, she's definitely a part of the Medici Brothers Circus family, who have all loved and cared for her and her little brother, Joe, ever since their mom died of influenza. But Milly … isn't circus material.

She can't ride a stallion or juggle or flip. She loves science. In fact, she would rather pitch hay, shovel elephant droppings and read a book all day than even think about being part of a circus act. Nobody in the Medici family of performers can really understand that.

Even when Milly's dad, Holt, comes back from World War I, Milly's feelings don't change. And to be honest, she can tell that her dad feels like an outsider these days, too. He used to be the circus' horseman extraordinaire. But then he went to war, returning without his left arm to find that his beloved horses have been sold and that his wife has died.

Circus head honcho Max Medici isn't sending the Farriers packing. But Holt certainly isn't gonna be a lasso-swinging cowboy star any longer. In fact, there's really not much for him to do. So he ends up caring for the elephants alongside Milly.

The one bright spot in Milly's life is the circus' new baby elephant. Some people think the little guy is a freak, and they label him "Dumbo" since he has a tiny little body and enormous floppy ears. Even Mr. Medici only thinks of the baby elephant as an oddity to be added to the clown act.

But Milly thinks he's cute. She knows there's more to little Dumbo than meets the eye.

Like her, Dumbo has something special about him that nobody could possibly understand. And one day as she and little Joe play a game with the baby elephant, the most miraculous thing happens: He accidentally sucks a feather up his trunk, sneezes and, well, flies.

That's right: He flaps his big ears and sorta takes to the air for just a moment. It's incredible. Nobody else knows about this bizarre ability, but Milly begins to wonder if maybe she and Joe could work up a special surprise for the whole circus family.

Dumbo is just a half twist off, just a bit too smart. And from Milly's perspective, that makes him altogether wonderful. Unfortunately, some other folks think Dumbo could be pretty wonderful, too.

As in, wonderful at making them money.

PET SEMATARY (Movie Review)

Their move will be a good one. Louis and Rachel Creed are sure of it. Yes, the sleepy little town of Ludlow, Maine, will take some adjusting to after living in the ever-beating heart of Boston. But the plusses are obvious.

By leaving his big-city nightshift job and taking a more prominent position at the local Ludlow hospital, Louis can actually be a doctor who sees his family once in a while. And the improved economic situation will allow Rachel to be a stay-at-home mom. Eight-year-old Ellie and toddler Gage are bound to thrive.

On top of that, the big house they were able to purchase is on a wonderfully large stretch of land covered in hills and lush trees. I mean, it’s like having a national park in your backyard. There’s no question: This is a good move. It will be a healthy, thriving, life-giving change of pace.

There are a few drawbacks, however.

For one, the country road that runs in front of their property tends to be populated by trucks that scream by at reckless speeds. Someone could get hurt if they’re not careful. But their nearby neighbor, an old withered gent named Jud, says they’ll get used to it. And he should know: He’s lived here all his life.

Louis and Rachel have really grown to like old Jud. He’s been a settling, calming presence in their lives in the short time they've known him. And he’s definitely taken a shine to little Ellie, who has charmed him with her bounding dances and youthful joy. Yep, Louis and Rachel are certain that things will be good from here on out.

But then their cat, Church, gets hit by one of those speeding trucks. Rachel is afraid Ellie will be devastated, especially since it happened so soon after the move. Jud feels so sorry for the dear girl. He suggests that he and Louis bury the cat that night.

Turns out there’s this place called the “pet sematary” where local kids have buried their pets in ritualistic fashion for ages. It’s actually just a short walk into the woods behind the Creeds' house. But, Jud tells Louis, if he’s really concerned about little Ellie’s feelings, there’s a stretch of swampy land just behind that burial ground that might make for a better spot.

Louis isn’t sure why they’re taking an extra trek through this muddy, mist-clogged place. Or why they're burying the cat on a particular hilltop, then stacking a stone cairn on top of it. But Jud assures him that it will be worth the effort.

And when Church unexpectedly climbs through Ellie’s window the next morning, well, it seems ol' Jud might have been right.

One look in the cat’s eyes, though, makes it pretty plain that Jud wasn’t right at all. In fact, things suddenly aren't going as well as Louis and Rachel had hoped.

Sometimes dead is better, don’t you know? And no one should mess with things that are dead … or used to be.

SHAZAM! (Movie Review)

What’s in a name? Shakespeare once asked.

Answer: Quite a bit, actually if the name’s Shazam.

Sure, it may sound a little goofy, but it’s not like the name came like a bolt from the blue. (Well, it did, but let’s move on for now.) And for the longest of times, a grand old wizard has kept the name and safeguarded its powers and in so doing, kept some monstrous manifestations of the Seven Deadly Sins at bay.

Alas, even a wizard’s powers don’t last forever. And when the evil genius Dr. Thaddeus Sivana breaks into Shazam’s stone temple and grabs the glowing, orb-like embodiment of those sins, that selfsame orb slams into Sivana’s eye socket and allows the nasty sins to escape and take up super-powered residence in Sivana’s body.

Only one thing can save the world from a really nasty future: the wizard Shazam must find a champion of his own one strong of spirit and pure of heart, one willing to use the fabled name and unfurl the powers it unlocks. Say the name, and boom! The chosen one becomes the World’s Mightiest Mortal. That’s a way more effective transformation process than changing clothes in a phone booth (whatever those are).

But strong of spirit, pure of heart types are pretty rare these days, and Shazam’s in a bit of a time crunch. So he settles for a 14 year old foster kid named Billy Batson.

Hey, he could do worse, right?



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

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Dely E. Winstead
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