The brightness of the night city comes to life in my eyes. I meet the curious looks of strangers, and I understand that I am not accidentally here. I do not speak. I leave my vision to express my soul. And I’m not wrong. It is as if the city itself has described silhouettes, drawn shapes, woven fibres. Every detail is a reflection of the unceasing cosmopolitan circle.
On sunsets and sunrises, met in mysterious lace. On gentle nights, embraced in natural silk and shimmering flashes. On brilliant lame fringes, magically swinging at every breath. Because New York is this – the moment between heartbeats,the moment that stops your breath.