Santi owned the visual brand of Super Serious Company and drew all the cartoons. He's active as fuck and has a magnetic personality. His outgoing and earnest exterior belies an existential turmoil and an artistic struggle to represent the beauty he perceives around him. (Santiago Garza)
This is a rare sighting of Santi at his desk. Note the lack of a computer or any other implement of work. The trophy plaque amidst the fake plants and howling wolf holograms reads: “World’s Best Lover.”
This was Santi’s employee badge.
Santi described this photo to me as “sexy, like in a dangerous way.” He also volunteered to provide other angles of him and the shovel if I needed them.
Tinder put up with this for a year and a half.
TFW you fart and no one's noticed yet.
This was the international sensation known as Santi’s Tinder test account. Hush now children and pay your respects, you are in the presence of greatness.
Santi liked parties when he was…I’m gonna guess 15?
Santi is legit fascinated by every living thing around him.
Santi at Joshua Tree, totally not tripping on shrooms.
One time Santi publicly challenged me to a tennis match. Everyone at the office came to watch. He doesn't play tennis. He lost.
Santi likes puppies and has other hot friends who also like puppies. I know you want his number but he left his flip phone in the states.
Santi apparently didn’t like the first rock climbing photo he sent me because it wasn’t shirtless enough.
Being photographed shirtless runs in Santi’s family.
Before he was homeless, Santi used to break into people's houses to skate their empty pools.
Santi always says "two dragons" when a photo's being taken, but he's the only one that ever strikes the pose.
Bruskakanaka, this is a mega stoked Santi Claus dawn patrolling it, ripping into Poseidon's glassy shoulder like wuppah!
Is this a publishing house frantically trying to get rid of unsold copies of C.S. Lewis books? Because someone is shuh-rrrreding the Chronicles of Gnarnia.
Alright, Santi gave me three photos of him surfing and I ran out of surf terminology to do.
This is Santi with two of our absolute favorite people. Shoutout to Dworsky and Lacey.
Santi lived in a white van with no windows. Yes, before you ask, occasionally it was parked down by a river.
The van was immaculately clean. He created his own surfer’s paradise, of which he was justifiably proud.
Yeah ok this is pretty cute. Foreshadowing a european future for this little tyke.
Santi may have his head in the clouds (tie dyed shirt) but he’s good at manual labor. In Lisbon he fixed my bike with his bare hands and it saved my ass.
Santi has always been little spoon on horseback rides.