Zac Moynihan

Zac sealed Tokyo with nothing more than a digital nod to Stu. When business took him to Japan months later, he didn’t just show up for the snow crab and plum wine, he honoured the commitment most people would’ve conveniently forgotten existed. Oil painter, marathon runner, man of his word. His first marathon disappeared beneath his feet like another canvas completed. From casual text message to world major finisher in twelve months flat, treating the whole thing with the same quiet focus he brings to his studio. Pure execution, zero theatrics.