Chris Cosentino is a 3D Generalist, Writer, Animator, Illustrator, and sometimes Actor, with a penchant for talking about himself in the third person.

He’s made a multitude of short form content for a variety of mediums (some of which can be viewed in the Socials tab (press back and click on the phone (hey, brackets within brackets: neat!)))

He currently lives in the UK with his breathtaking partner and in his free time he enjoys TCG’s, watching cartoons, and electrocuting patchwork corpses in his laboratory so that he might one day create new life and elevate mankind into Godhood (only kidding: he has no free time, for he is an animator).

Inexplicably still wanna work with me or just fancy a chat? Here’s my work email:

chris@blackandwhitecomic.com

Dvsn Sept 5th Zip Direct

On that fictional September 5th, the music became the soundtrack for a thousand different stories. It was for the people driving home alone on empty highways and for those tangled in sheets, trying to find words that only Daniel Daley’s voice seemed to know.

The duo known as dvsn—vocalist Daniel Daley and producer Nineteen85 —weren’t just making an album; they were capturing a specific kind of late-night gravity. While the rest of the world was chasing loud, aggressive radio hits, they were leaning into the silence. Dvsn SEPT 5TH zip

The rain didn’t just fall in Toronto that night; it blurred the lines between the streetlights and the sidewalk, turning the city into a neon-soaked watercolor. Inside a dim studio tucked away from the noise of Queen Street West, the air was thick with the scent of expensive cologne and cooling electronics. This was the birth of Sept. 5th . On that fictional September 5th, the music became

When the project finally leaked into the digital ether—the "zip" file that fans scrambled to download before the official release—it felt like a secret being passed around. Listeners didn't just hear the songs; they felt the weight of them. From the church-choir soul of "The Line" to the falsetto-drenched desperation of "Hallucinations," the music functioned as a bridge between the classic R&B of the 90s and the shadowy, atmospheric future of the OVO sound. While the rest of the world was chasing

The name of the album itself felt like a timestamp on a memory. It wasn’t just a date; it was an atmosphere. It was the sound of a phone vibrating on a nightstand at 3:00 AM, the low hum of a luxury car idling in a driveway, and the heavy pauses between words during a conversation that could either save a relationship or end it.

It wasn't just a collection of files. It was an invitation to feel something unfiltered in a world that was becoming increasingly numb. By the time the final track faded out, the rain outside the studio had stopped, but the mood the album created remained—a permanent shadow cast over the landscape of modern soul.