New york
New York, what a beautiful surprise.
The streets, the dirt, the madness — a clock that refuses to stop. Everything moves, collides, disappears. And somehow, within all that chaos, the city finds its own rhythm, its own strange sense of order.
São Paulo, my hometown — the city where I learned to see.
Concrete, noise, endless movement — a place that rarely asks you to slow down. Somewhere between the rush and the silence, the beautiful and the broken, I found my way of looking at the world.