New York is the only city where I feel both invisible and completely seen.
It doesn’t try to charm you — it challenges you.
The pace, the noise, the pressure — everything here demands that you move, decide, become.
I don’t come to New York to relax. I come to burn. I come to climb, to create, to push past what I thought I could handle. Up there, above the sirens and lights, it’s just me, the wind, and the sound of my heartbeat.
This city teaches you to hold your ground — or let go completely.
And somehow, in that chaos, I feel most like myself.
Photo by Yulia Otroschenko
HEROINES
