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it’s you
it’s you
it’s all for you
every thing I do
I tell you all the time
Heaven is a place on earth with you

Julia Ratner @dear.ratner is a 26-year-old model from Zaporizhzhia who consistently collaborates with iconic fashion houses, including Valentino, Chanel, Fendi, Christian Dior, and Celine. This year, she expanded her professional reach by making her acting debut in the film Couture. Working alongside director Alice Winocour, Julia played a model from Ukraine and provided essential guidance for scenes depicting Russia’s full-scale invasion of Ukraine.

In an interview with Yellow Blue journalist Sofiia Korotunenko, Julia discusses her transition into acting and her ongoing efforts to convey the realities of the war to an international audience.

👉 Read the full story (link in bio)

Photo credits: Julia Ratner

Julia Ratner @dear.ratner is a 26-year-old model from Zaporizhzhia who consistently collaborates with iconic fashion houses, including Valentino, Chanel, Fendi, Christian Dior, and Celine. This year, she expanded her professional reach by making her acting debut in the film Couture. Working alongside director Alice Winocour, Julia played a model from Ukraine and provided essential guidance for scenes depicting Russia’s full-scale invasion of Ukraine.

In an interview with Yellow Blue journalist Sofiia Korotunenko, Julia discusses her transition into acting and her ongoing efforts to convey the realities of the war to an international audience.

👉 Read the full story (link in bio)

Photo credits: Julia Ratner

Julia Ratner @dear.ratner is a 26-year-old model from Zaporizhzhia who consistently collaborates with iconic fashion houses, including Valentino, Chanel, Fendi, Christian Dior, and Celine. This year, she expanded her professional reach by making her acting debut in the film Couture. Working alongside director Alice Winocour, Julia played a model from Ukraine and provided essential guidance for scenes depicting Russia’s full-scale invasion of Ukraine.

In an interview with Yellow Blue journalist Sofiia Korotunenko, Julia discusses her transition into acting and her ongoing efforts to convey the realities of the war to an international audience.

👉 Read the full story (link in bio)

Photo credits: Julia Ratner

Julia Ratner @dear.ratner is a 26-year-old model from Zaporizhzhia who consistently collaborates with iconic fashion houses, including Valentino, Chanel, Fendi, Christian Dior, and Celine. This year, she expanded her professional reach by making her acting debut in the film Couture. Working alongside director Alice Winocour, Julia played a model from Ukraine and provided essential guidance for scenes depicting Russia’s full-scale invasion of Ukraine.

In an interview with Yellow Blue journalist Sofiia Korotunenko, Julia discusses her transition into acting and her ongoing efforts to convey the realities of the war to an international audience.

👉 Read the full story (link in bio)

Photo credits: Julia Ratner

Julia Ratner @dear.ratner is a 26-year-old model from Zaporizhzhia who consistently collaborates with iconic fashion houses, including Valentino, Chanel, Fendi, Christian Dior, and Celine. This year, she expanded her professional reach by making her acting debut in the film Couture. Working alongside director Alice Winocour, Julia played a model from Ukraine and provided essential guidance for scenes depicting Russia’s full-scale invasion of Ukraine.

In an interview with Yellow Blue journalist Sofiia Korotunenko, Julia discusses her transition into acting and her ongoing efforts to convey the realities of the war to an international audience.

👉 Read the full story (link in bio)

Photo credits: Julia Ratner

Julia Ratner @dear.ratner is a 26-year-old model from Zaporizhzhia who consistently collaborates with iconic fashion houses, including Valentino, Chanel, Fendi, Christian Dior, and Celine. This year, she expanded her professional reach by making her acting debut in the film Couture. Working alongside director Alice Winocour, Julia played a model from Ukraine and provided essential guidance for scenes depicting Russia’s full-scale invasion of Ukraine.

In an interview with Yellow Blue journalist Sofiia Korotunenko, Julia discusses her transition into acting and her ongoing efforts to convey the realities of the war to an international audience.

👉 Read the full story (link in bio)

Photo credits: Julia Ratner

Julia Ratner @dear.ratner is a 26-year-old model from Zaporizhzhia who consistently collaborates with iconic fashion houses, including Valentino, Chanel, Fendi, Christian Dior, and Celine. This year, she expanded her professional reach by making her acting debut in the film Couture. Working alongside director Alice Winocour, Julia played a model from Ukraine and provided essential guidance for scenes depicting Russia’s full-scale invasion of Ukraine.

In an interview with Yellow Blue journalist Sofiia Korotunenko, Julia discusses her transition into acting and her ongoing efforts to convey the realities of the war to an international audience.

👉 Read the full story (link in bio)

Photo credits: Julia Ratner

Julia Ratner @dear.ratner is a 26-year-old model from Zaporizhzhia who consistently collaborates with iconic fashion houses, including Valentino, Chanel, Fendi, Christian Dior, and Celine. This year, she expanded her professional reach by making her acting debut in the film Couture. Working alongside director Alice Winocour, Julia played a model from Ukraine and provided essential guidance for scenes depicting Russia’s full-scale invasion of Ukraine.

In an interview with Yellow Blue journalist Sofiia Korotunenko, Julia discusses her transition into acting and her ongoing efforts to convey the realities of the war to an international audience.

👉 Read the full story (link in bio)

Photo credits: Julia Ratner

Julia Ratner @dear.ratner is a 26-year-old model from Zaporizhzhia who consistently collaborates with iconic fashion houses, including Valentino, Chanel, Fendi, Christian Dior, and Celine. This year, she expanded her professional reach by making her acting debut in the film Couture. Working alongside director Alice Winocour, Julia played a model from Ukraine and provided essential guidance for scenes depicting Russia’s full-scale invasion of Ukraine.

In an interview with Yellow Blue journalist Sofiia Korotunenko, Julia discusses her transition into acting and her ongoing efforts to convey the realities of the war to an international audience.

👉 Read the full story (link in bio)

Photo credits: Julia Ratner

Julia Ratner @dear.ratner is a 26-year-old model from Zaporizhzhia who consistently collaborates with iconic fashion houses, including Valentino, Chanel, Fendi, Christian Dior, and Celine. This year, she expanded her professional reach by making her acting debut in the film Couture. Working alongside director Alice Winocour, Julia played a model from Ukraine and provided essential guidance for scenes depicting Russia’s full-scale invasion of Ukraine.

In an interview with Yellow Blue journalist Sofiia Korotunenko, Julia discusses her transition into acting and her ongoing efforts to convey the realities of the war to an international audience.

👉 Read the full story (link in bio)

Photo credits: Julia Ratner

fight like a girl and love like a girl

fight like a girl and love like a girl

fight like a girl and love like a girl

fight like a girl and love like a girl

spring is back so pass the joint to your favorite plant or something

spring is back so pass the joint to your favorite plant or something

6 very serious women

Минулого тижня у прокат вийшла стрічка «Кутюр», у якій зіграла українська модель Юлія Ратнер.

Дівчина розповіла для ProKyiv, як це — грати саму себе, про досвід зйомок із Анджеліною Джолі та куди хотіла б поїхати, як повернеться в Україну. Детальніше читайте у нашому дописі 👉

Минулого тижня у прокат вийшла стрічка «Кутюр», у якій зіграла українська модель Юлія Ратнер.

Дівчина розповіла для ProKyiv, як це — грати саму себе, про досвід зйомок із Анджеліною Джолі та куди хотіла б поїхати, як повернеться в Україну. Детальніше читайте у нашому дописі 👉

Минулого тижня у прокат вийшла стрічка «Кутюр», у якій зіграла українська модель Юлія Ратнер.

Дівчина розповіла для ProKyiv, як це — грати саму себе, про досвід зйомок із Анджеліною Джолі та куди хотіла б поїхати, як повернеться в Україну. Детальніше читайте у нашому дописі 👉

Минулого тижня у прокат вийшла стрічка «Кутюр», у якій зіграла українська модель Юлія Ратнер.

Дівчина розповіла для ProKyiv, як це — грати саму себе, про досвід зйомок із Анджеліною Джолі та куди хотіла б поїхати, як повернеться в Україну. Детальніше читайте у нашому дописі 👉

Минулого тижня у прокат вийшла стрічка «Кутюр», у якій зіграла українська модель Юлія Ратнер.

Дівчина розповіла для ProKyiv, як це — грати саму себе, про досвід зйомок із Анджеліною Джолі та куди хотіла б поїхати, як повернеться в Україну. Детальніше читайте у нашому дописі 👉

Минулого тижня у прокат вийшла стрічка «Кутюр», у якій зіграла українська модель Юлія Ратнер.

Дівчина розповіла для ProKyiv, як це — грати саму себе, про досвід зйомок із Анджеліною Джолі та куди хотіла б поїхати, як повернеться в Україну. Детальніше читайте у нашому дописі 👉

Минулого тижня у прокат вийшла стрічка «Кутюр», у якій зіграла українська модель Юлія Ратнер.

Дівчина розповіла для ProKyiv, як це — грати саму себе, про досвід зйомок із Анджеліною Джолі та куди хотіла б поїхати, як повернеться в Україну. Детальніше читайте у нашому дописі 👉

Минулого тижня у прокат вийшла стрічка «Кутюр», у якій зіграла українська модель Юлія Ратнер.

Дівчина розповіла для ProKyiv, як це — грати саму себе, про досвід зйомок із Анджеліною Джолі та куди хотіла б поїхати, як повернеться в Україну. Детальніше читайте у нашому дописі 👉

Минулого тижня у прокат вийшла стрічка «Кутюр», у якій зіграла українська модель Юлія Ратнер.

Дівчина розповіла для ProKyiv, як це — грати саму себе, про досвід зйомок із Анджеліною Джолі та куди хотіла б поїхати, як повернеться в Україну. Детальніше читайте у нашому дописі 👉

Минулого тижня у прокат вийшла стрічка «Кутюр», у якій зіграла українська модель Юлія Ратнер.

Дівчина розповіла для ProKyiv, як це — грати саму себе, про досвід зйомок із Анджеліною Джолі та куди хотіла б поїхати, як повернеться в Україну. Детальніше читайте у нашому дописі 👉

Today marks 4 years since the beginning of the full scale invasion on my beautiful country. Ukraine.

Not a day has gone by without me missing my home, my life, my family and friends many of whom are now scattered all over the globe.
Not a day has gone by without me trying to pull pieces of my shattered heart and soul back together just for them to shatter more and more by the day.

It’s a trauma we’ll never get over, trauma that altered our DNA and trauma that we’ll, unfortunately, pass along to the future generations of Ukrainians.
I jump when I hear fireworks and freeze when someone uses a drone at work. I twitch when something heavy falls. I cry when I think of how it used to be and how it’ll never be the same again. I carry hatred in my heart whenever I go, that’s just how it is.

A bit less than a year ago, I too, was forced to seek refuge in a foreign land. My neighborhood kept getting more and more dangerous and the idea of burning alive in my own home, that I’ve poured my soul into, just didn’t sit right with me.

I see foreigners being confused, saying we “go back to Ukraine for vacations”
They said “if it was that bad there, they wouldn’t go”

It is really hard to explain war, especially modern war, to someone who has never been through one. Actually, no, I take that back. It’s impossible, I’d say.

But is it hard to understand why would someone risk their life to hug their mom?

I bow down to the feet of the Ukrainian energy sector workers. To the medics and firefighters. To the Ukrainian nation that is still standing regardless. To the Ukrainian army doing the impossible for the last 4 years.

I thank you all for my ability to go home and hug my mom.
Every day I dream of times when this is nothing but a scary dream.

Today marks 4 years since the beginning of the full scale invasion on my beautiful country. Ukraine.

Not a day has gone by without me missing my home, my life, my family and friends many of whom are now scattered all over the globe.
Not a day has gone by without me trying to pull pieces of my shattered heart and soul back together just for them to shatter more and more by the day.

It’s a trauma we’ll never get over, trauma that altered our DNA and trauma that we’ll, unfortunately, pass along to the future generations of Ukrainians.
I jump when I hear fireworks and freeze when someone uses a drone at work. I twitch when something heavy falls. I cry when I think of how it used to be and how it’ll never be the same again. I carry hatred in my heart whenever I go, that’s just how it is.

A bit less than a year ago, I too, was forced to seek refuge in a foreign land. My neighborhood kept getting more and more dangerous and the idea of burning alive in my own home, that I’ve poured my soul into, just didn’t sit right with me.

I see foreigners being confused, saying we “go back to Ukraine for vacations”
They said “if it was that bad there, they wouldn’t go”

It is really hard to explain war, especially modern war, to someone who has never been through one. Actually, no, I take that back. It’s impossible, I’d say.

But is it hard to understand why would someone risk their life to hug their mom?

I bow down to the feet of the Ukrainian energy sector workers. To the medics and firefighters. To the Ukrainian nation that is still standing regardless. To the Ukrainian army doing the impossible for the last 4 years.

I thank you all for my ability to go home and hug my mom.
Every day I dream of times when this is nothing but a scary dream.

Today marks 4 years since the beginning of the full scale invasion on my beautiful country. Ukraine.

Not a day has gone by without me missing my home, my life, my family and friends many of whom are now scattered all over the globe.
Not a day has gone by without me trying to pull pieces of my shattered heart and soul back together just for them to shatter more and more by the day.

It’s a trauma we’ll never get over, trauma that altered our DNA and trauma that we’ll, unfortunately, pass along to the future generations of Ukrainians.
I jump when I hear fireworks and freeze when someone uses a drone at work. I twitch when something heavy falls. I cry when I think of how it used to be and how it’ll never be the same again. I carry hatred in my heart whenever I go, that’s just how it is.

A bit less than a year ago, I too, was forced to seek refuge in a foreign land. My neighborhood kept getting more and more dangerous and the idea of burning alive in my own home, that I’ve poured my soul into, just didn’t sit right with me.

I see foreigners being confused, saying we “go back to Ukraine for vacations”
They said “if it was that bad there, they wouldn’t go”

It is really hard to explain war, especially modern war, to someone who has never been through one. Actually, no, I take that back. It’s impossible, I’d say.

But is it hard to understand why would someone risk their life to hug their mom?

I bow down to the feet of the Ukrainian energy sector workers. To the medics and firefighters. To the Ukrainian nation that is still standing regardless. To the Ukrainian army doing the impossible for the last 4 years.

I thank you all for my ability to go home and hug my mom.
Every day I dream of times when this is nothing but a scary dream.

Today marks 4 years since the beginning of the full scale invasion on my beautiful country. Ukraine.

Not a day has gone by without me missing my home, my life, my family and friends many of whom are now scattered all over the globe.
Not a day has gone by without me trying to pull pieces of my shattered heart and soul back together just for them to shatter more and more by the day.

It’s a trauma we’ll never get over, trauma that altered our DNA and trauma that we’ll, unfortunately, pass along to the future generations of Ukrainians.
I jump when I hear fireworks and freeze when someone uses a drone at work. I twitch when something heavy falls. I cry when I think of how it used to be and how it’ll never be the same again. I carry hatred in my heart whenever I go, that’s just how it is.

A bit less than a year ago, I too, was forced to seek refuge in a foreign land. My neighborhood kept getting more and more dangerous and the idea of burning alive in my own home, that I’ve poured my soul into, just didn’t sit right with me.

I see foreigners being confused, saying we “go back to Ukraine for vacations”
They said “if it was that bad there, they wouldn’t go”

It is really hard to explain war, especially modern war, to someone who has never been through one. Actually, no, I take that back. It’s impossible, I’d say.

But is it hard to understand why would someone risk their life to hug their mom?

I bow down to the feet of the Ukrainian energy sector workers. To the medics and firefighters. To the Ukrainian nation that is still standing regardless. To the Ukrainian army doing the impossible for the last 4 years.

I thank you all for my ability to go home and hug my mom.
Every day I dream of times when this is nothing but a scary dream.

Today marks 4 years since the beginning of the full scale invasion on my beautiful country. Ukraine.

Not a day has gone by without me missing my home, my life, my family and friends many of whom are now scattered all over the globe.
Not a day has gone by without me trying to pull pieces of my shattered heart and soul back together just for them to shatter more and more by the day.

It’s a trauma we’ll never get over, trauma that altered our DNA and trauma that we’ll, unfortunately, pass along to the future generations of Ukrainians.
I jump when I hear fireworks and freeze when someone uses a drone at work. I twitch when something heavy falls. I cry when I think of how it used to be and how it’ll never be the same again. I carry hatred in my heart whenever I go, that’s just how it is.

A bit less than a year ago, I too, was forced to seek refuge in a foreign land. My neighborhood kept getting more and more dangerous and the idea of burning alive in my own home, that I’ve poured my soul into, just didn’t sit right with me.

I see foreigners being confused, saying we “go back to Ukraine for vacations”
They said “if it was that bad there, they wouldn’t go”

It is really hard to explain war, especially modern war, to someone who has never been through one. Actually, no, I take that back. It’s impossible, I’d say.

But is it hard to understand why would someone risk their life to hug their mom?

I bow down to the feet of the Ukrainian energy sector workers. To the medics and firefighters. To the Ukrainian nation that is still standing regardless. To the Ukrainian army doing the impossible for the last 4 years.

I thank you all for my ability to go home and hug my mom.
Every day I dream of times when this is nothing but a scary dream.

Today marks 4 years since the beginning of the full scale invasion on my beautiful country. Ukraine.

Not a day has gone by without me missing my home, my life, my family and friends many of whom are now scattered all over the globe.
Not a day has gone by without me trying to pull pieces of my shattered heart and soul back together just for them to shatter more and more by the day.

It’s a trauma we’ll never get over, trauma that altered our DNA and trauma that we’ll, unfortunately, pass along to the future generations of Ukrainians.
I jump when I hear fireworks and freeze when someone uses a drone at work. I twitch when something heavy falls. I cry when I think of how it used to be and how it’ll never be the same again. I carry hatred in my heart whenever I go, that’s just how it is.

A bit less than a year ago, I too, was forced to seek refuge in a foreign land. My neighborhood kept getting more and more dangerous and the idea of burning alive in my own home, that I’ve poured my soul into, just didn’t sit right with me.

I see foreigners being confused, saying we “go back to Ukraine for vacations”
They said “if it was that bad there, they wouldn’t go”

It is really hard to explain war, especially modern war, to someone who has never been through one. Actually, no, I take that back. It’s impossible, I’d say.

But is it hard to understand why would someone risk their life to hug their mom?

I bow down to the feet of the Ukrainian energy sector workers. To the medics and firefighters. To the Ukrainian nation that is still standing regardless. To the Ukrainian army doing the impossible for the last 4 years.

I thank you all for my ability to go home and hug my mom.
Every day I dream of times when this is nothing but a scary dream.

Today marks 4 years since the beginning of the full scale invasion on my beautiful country. Ukraine.

Not a day has gone by without me missing my home, my life, my family and friends many of whom are now scattered all over the globe.
Not a day has gone by without me trying to pull pieces of my shattered heart and soul back together just for them to shatter more and more by the day.

It’s a trauma we’ll never get over, trauma that altered our DNA and trauma that we’ll, unfortunately, pass along to the future generations of Ukrainians.
I jump when I hear fireworks and freeze when someone uses a drone at work. I twitch when something heavy falls. I cry when I think of how it used to be and how it’ll never be the same again. I carry hatred in my heart whenever I go, that’s just how it is.

A bit less than a year ago, I too, was forced to seek refuge in a foreign land. My neighborhood kept getting more and more dangerous and the idea of burning alive in my own home, that I’ve poured my soul into, just didn’t sit right with me.

I see foreigners being confused, saying we “go back to Ukraine for vacations”
They said “if it was that bad there, they wouldn’t go”

It is really hard to explain war, especially modern war, to someone who has never been through one. Actually, no, I take that back. It’s impossible, I’d say.

But is it hard to understand why would someone risk their life to hug their mom?

I bow down to the feet of the Ukrainian energy sector workers. To the medics and firefighters. To the Ukrainian nation that is still standing regardless. To the Ukrainian army doing the impossible for the last 4 years.

I thank you all for my ability to go home and hug my mom.
Every day I dream of times when this is nothing but a scary dream.

Today marks 4 years since the beginning of the full scale invasion on my beautiful country. Ukraine.

Not a day has gone by without me missing my home, my life, my family and friends many of whom are now scattered all over the globe.
Not a day has gone by without me trying to pull pieces of my shattered heart and soul back together just for them to shatter more and more by the day.

It’s a trauma we’ll never get over, trauma that altered our DNA and trauma that we’ll, unfortunately, pass along to the future generations of Ukrainians.
I jump when I hear fireworks and freeze when someone uses a drone at work. I twitch when something heavy falls. I cry when I think of how it used to be and how it’ll never be the same again. I carry hatred in my heart whenever I go, that’s just how it is.

A bit less than a year ago, I too, was forced to seek refuge in a foreign land. My neighborhood kept getting more and more dangerous and the idea of burning alive in my own home, that I’ve poured my soul into, just didn’t sit right with me.

I see foreigners being confused, saying we “go back to Ukraine for vacations”
They said “if it was that bad there, they wouldn’t go”

It is really hard to explain war, especially modern war, to someone who has never been through one. Actually, no, I take that back. It’s impossible, I’d say.

But is it hard to understand why would someone risk their life to hug their mom?

I bow down to the feet of the Ukrainian energy sector workers. To the medics and firefighters. To the Ukrainian nation that is still standing regardless. To the Ukrainian army doing the impossible for the last 4 years.

I thank you all for my ability to go home and hug my mom.
Every day I dream of times when this is nothing but a scary dream.

Today marks 4 years since the beginning of the full scale invasion on my beautiful country. Ukraine.

Not a day has gone by without me missing my home, my life, my family and friends many of whom are now scattered all over the globe.
Not a day has gone by without me trying to pull pieces of my shattered heart and soul back together just for them to shatter more and more by the day.

It’s a trauma we’ll never get over, trauma that altered our DNA and trauma that we’ll, unfortunately, pass along to the future generations of Ukrainians.
I jump when I hear fireworks and freeze when someone uses a drone at work. I twitch when something heavy falls. I cry when I think of how it used to be and how it’ll never be the same again. I carry hatred in my heart whenever I go, that’s just how it is.

A bit less than a year ago, I too, was forced to seek refuge in a foreign land. My neighborhood kept getting more and more dangerous and the idea of burning alive in my own home, that I’ve poured my soul into, just didn’t sit right with me.

I see foreigners being confused, saying we “go back to Ukraine for vacations”
They said “if it was that bad there, they wouldn’t go”

It is really hard to explain war, especially modern war, to someone who has never been through one. Actually, no, I take that back. It’s impossible, I’d say.

But is it hard to understand why would someone risk their life to hug their mom?

I bow down to the feet of the Ukrainian energy sector workers. To the medics and firefighters. To the Ukrainian nation that is still standing regardless. To the Ukrainian army doing the impossible for the last 4 years.

I thank you all for my ability to go home and hug my mom.
Every day I dream of times when this is nothing but a scary dream.

Today marks 4 years since the beginning of the full scale invasion on my beautiful country. Ukraine.

Not a day has gone by without me missing my home, my life, my family and friends many of whom are now scattered all over the globe.
Not a day has gone by without me trying to pull pieces of my shattered heart and soul back together just for them to shatter more and more by the day.

It’s a trauma we’ll never get over, trauma that altered our DNA and trauma that we’ll, unfortunately, pass along to the future generations of Ukrainians.
I jump when I hear fireworks and freeze when someone uses a drone at work. I twitch when something heavy falls. I cry when I think of how it used to be and how it’ll never be the same again. I carry hatred in my heart whenever I go, that’s just how it is.

A bit less than a year ago, I too, was forced to seek refuge in a foreign land. My neighborhood kept getting more and more dangerous and the idea of burning alive in my own home, that I’ve poured my soul into, just didn’t sit right with me.

I see foreigners being confused, saying we “go back to Ukraine for vacations”
They said “if it was that bad there, they wouldn’t go”

It is really hard to explain war, especially modern war, to someone who has never been through one. Actually, no, I take that back. It’s impossible, I’d say.

But is it hard to understand why would someone risk their life to hug their mom?

I bow down to the feet of the Ukrainian energy sector workers. To the medics and firefighters. To the Ukrainian nation that is still standing regardless. To the Ukrainian army doing the impossible for the last 4 years.

I thank you all for my ability to go home and hug my mom.
Every day I dream of times when this is nothing but a scary dream.

Today marks 4 years since the beginning of the full scale invasion on my beautiful country. Ukraine.

Not a day has gone by without me missing my home, my life, my family and friends many of whom are now scattered all over the globe.
Not a day has gone by without me trying to pull pieces of my shattered heart and soul back together just for them to shatter more and more by the day.

It’s a trauma we’ll never get over, trauma that altered our DNA and trauma that we’ll, unfortunately, pass along to the future generations of Ukrainians.
I jump when I hear fireworks and freeze when someone uses a drone at work. I twitch when something heavy falls. I cry when I think of how it used to be and how it’ll never be the same again. I carry hatred in my heart whenever I go, that’s just how it is.

A bit less than a year ago, I too, was forced to seek refuge in a foreign land. My neighborhood kept getting more and more dangerous and the idea of burning alive in my own home, that I’ve poured my soul into, just didn’t sit right with me.

I see foreigners being confused, saying we “go back to Ukraine for vacations”
They said “if it was that bad there, they wouldn’t go”

It is really hard to explain war, especially modern war, to someone who has never been through one. Actually, no, I take that back. It’s impossible, I’d say.

But is it hard to understand why would someone risk their life to hug their mom?

I bow down to the feet of the Ukrainian energy sector workers. To the medics and firefighters. To the Ukrainian nation that is still standing regardless. To the Ukrainian army doing the impossible for the last 4 years.

I thank you all for my ability to go home and hug my mom.
Every day I dream of times when this is nothing but a scary dream.

Today marks 4 years since the beginning of the full scale invasion on my beautiful country. Ukraine.

Not a day has gone by without me missing my home, my life, my family and friends many of whom are now scattered all over the globe.
Not a day has gone by without me trying to pull pieces of my shattered heart and soul back together just for them to shatter more and more by the day.

It’s a trauma we’ll never get over, trauma that altered our DNA and trauma that we’ll, unfortunately, pass along to the future generations of Ukrainians.
I jump when I hear fireworks and freeze when someone uses a drone at work. I twitch when something heavy falls. I cry when I think of how it used to be and how it’ll never be the same again. I carry hatred in my heart whenever I go, that’s just how it is.

A bit less than a year ago, I too, was forced to seek refuge in a foreign land. My neighborhood kept getting more and more dangerous and the idea of burning alive in my own home, that I’ve poured my soul into, just didn’t sit right with me.

I see foreigners being confused, saying we “go back to Ukraine for vacations”
They said “if it was that bad there, they wouldn’t go”

It is really hard to explain war, especially modern war, to someone who has never been through one. Actually, no, I take that back. It’s impossible, I’d say.

But is it hard to understand why would someone risk their life to hug their mom?

I bow down to the feet of the Ukrainian energy sector workers. To the medics and firefighters. To the Ukrainian nation that is still standing regardless. To the Ukrainian army doing the impossible for the last 4 years.

I thank you all for my ability to go home and hug my mom.
Every day I dream of times when this is nothing but a scary dream.

COUTURE by @alicewinocour & @pathefilms OUT NOW!

Forever, from the bottom of my heart, I thank you everyone involved with this unbelievable first experience. So real, so raw, so women! Eternally grateful being a part of this incredible movie, eternally grateful to everyone who made that happen.

See you in cinemas!

COUTURE by @alicewinocour & @pathefilms OUT NOW!

Forever, from the bottom of my heart, I thank you everyone involved with this unbelievable first experience. So real, so raw, so women! Eternally grateful being a part of this incredible movie, eternally grateful to everyone who made that happen.

See you in cinemas!

COUTURE by @alicewinocour & @pathefilms OUT NOW!

Forever, from the bottom of my heart, I thank you everyone involved with this unbelievable first experience. So real, so raw, so women! Eternally grateful being a part of this incredible movie, eternally grateful to everyone who made that happen.

See you in cinemas!

I’ve tried journaling and keeping a diary about a hundred times throughout my life. I’ve bought beautiful notebooks, colorful pens and markers but I could never keep up.

It’s not until recently, when I had to review everything I own and mark my possessions as “important” and “not so important” that I’ve realized that there’s a plastic box that holds the biggest value to me.

This plastic box contains negatives and pictures, that resemble that same diary but in a different ink. I’ve realized that I’ve been documenting my life through unfocused, often overexposed pictures, carefully storing a piece of me on each printed piece of photo paper.

It’s fascinating to see how differently I view the world at every next stage of life. These are different from an iPhone picture, they truly store energy and story. I love the feeling of not knowing what will a picture look like, I love receiving scans from films I’ve taken months, sometimes years ago, I think it’s the closest to time travel I’ll get to experience.

In the era of war and AI i cling this plastic box to my chest, like it’s my child, like a continuation of me. War makes you reconsider what you see as important, as valuable, as worth saving. Many things lose meaning while others become the reason to keep going.

As this box continues to be filled up, I, too, keep going. Reminding myself, that the true meaning of life is to learn and to love.

I’ve tried journaling and keeping a diary about a hundred times throughout my life. I’ve bought beautiful notebooks, colorful pens and markers but I could never keep up.

It’s not until recently, when I had to review everything I own and mark my possessions as “important” and “not so important” that I’ve realized that there’s a plastic box that holds the biggest value to me.

This plastic box contains negatives and pictures, that resemble that same diary but in a different ink. I’ve realized that I’ve been documenting my life through unfocused, often overexposed pictures, carefully storing a piece of me on each printed piece of photo paper.

It’s fascinating to see how differently I view the world at every next stage of life. These are different from an iPhone picture, they truly store energy and story. I love the feeling of not knowing what will a picture look like, I love receiving scans from films I’ve taken months, sometimes years ago, I think it’s the closest to time travel I’ll get to experience.

In the era of war and AI i cling this plastic box to my chest, like it’s my child, like a continuation of me. War makes you reconsider what you see as important, as valuable, as worth saving. Many things lose meaning while others become the reason to keep going.

As this box continues to be filled up, I, too, keep going. Reminding myself, that the true meaning of life is to learn and to love.

I’ve tried journaling and keeping a diary about a hundred times throughout my life. I’ve bought beautiful notebooks, colorful pens and markers but I could never keep up.

It’s not until recently, when I had to review everything I own and mark my possessions as “important” and “not so important” that I’ve realized that there’s a plastic box that holds the biggest value to me.

This plastic box contains negatives and pictures, that resemble that same diary but in a different ink. I’ve realized that I’ve been documenting my life through unfocused, often overexposed pictures, carefully storing a piece of me on each printed piece of photo paper.

It’s fascinating to see how differently I view the world at every next stage of life. These are different from an iPhone picture, they truly store energy and story. I love the feeling of not knowing what will a picture look like, I love receiving scans from films I’ve taken months, sometimes years ago, I think it’s the closest to time travel I’ll get to experience.

In the era of war and AI i cling this plastic box to my chest, like it’s my child, like a continuation of me. War makes you reconsider what you see as important, as valuable, as worth saving. Many things lose meaning while others become the reason to keep going.

As this box continues to be filled up, I, too, keep going. Reminding myself, that the true meaning of life is to learn and to love.

I’ve tried journaling and keeping a diary about a hundred times throughout my life. I’ve bought beautiful notebooks, colorful pens and markers but I could never keep up.

It’s not until recently, when I had to review everything I own and mark my possessions as “important” and “not so important” that I’ve realized that there’s a plastic box that holds the biggest value to me.

This plastic box contains negatives and pictures, that resemble that same diary but in a different ink. I’ve realized that I’ve been documenting my life through unfocused, often overexposed pictures, carefully storing a piece of me on each printed piece of photo paper.

It’s fascinating to see how differently I view the world at every next stage of life. These are different from an iPhone picture, they truly store energy and story. I love the feeling of not knowing what will a picture look like, I love receiving scans from films I’ve taken months, sometimes years ago, I think it’s the closest to time travel I’ll get to experience.

In the era of war and AI i cling this plastic box to my chest, like it’s my child, like a continuation of me. War makes you reconsider what you see as important, as valuable, as worth saving. Many things lose meaning while others become the reason to keep going.

As this box continues to be filled up, I, too, keep going. Reminding myself, that the true meaning of life is to learn and to love.

I’ve tried journaling and keeping a diary about a hundred times throughout my life. I’ve bought beautiful notebooks, colorful pens and markers but I could never keep up.

It’s not until recently, when I had to review everything I own and mark my possessions as “important” and “not so important” that I’ve realized that there’s a plastic box that holds the biggest value to me.

This plastic box contains negatives and pictures, that resemble that same diary but in a different ink. I’ve realized that I’ve been documenting my life through unfocused, often overexposed pictures, carefully storing a piece of me on each printed piece of photo paper.

It’s fascinating to see how differently I view the world at every next stage of life. These are different from an iPhone picture, they truly store energy and story. I love the feeling of not knowing what will a picture look like, I love receiving scans from films I’ve taken months, sometimes years ago, I think it’s the closest to time travel I’ll get to experience.

In the era of war and AI i cling this plastic box to my chest, like it’s my child, like a continuation of me. War makes you reconsider what you see as important, as valuable, as worth saving. Many things lose meaning while others become the reason to keep going.

As this box continues to be filled up, I, too, keep going. Reminding myself, that the true meaning of life is to learn and to love.

I’ve tried journaling and keeping a diary about a hundred times throughout my life. I’ve bought beautiful notebooks, colorful pens and markers but I could never keep up.

It’s not until recently, when I had to review everything I own and mark my possessions as “important” and “not so important” that I’ve realized that there’s a plastic box that holds the biggest value to me.

This plastic box contains negatives and pictures, that resemble that same diary but in a different ink. I’ve realized that I’ve been documenting my life through unfocused, often overexposed pictures, carefully storing a piece of me on each printed piece of photo paper.

It’s fascinating to see how differently I view the world at every next stage of life. These are different from an iPhone picture, they truly store energy and story. I love the feeling of not knowing what will a picture look like, I love receiving scans from films I’ve taken months, sometimes years ago, I think it’s the closest to time travel I’ll get to experience.

In the era of war and AI i cling this plastic box to my chest, like it’s my child, like a continuation of me. War makes you reconsider what you see as important, as valuable, as worth saving. Many things lose meaning while others become the reason to keep going.

As this box continues to be filled up, I, too, keep going. Reminding myself, that the true meaning of life is to learn and to love.

I’ve tried journaling and keeping a diary about a hundred times throughout my life. I’ve bought beautiful notebooks, colorful pens and markers but I could never keep up.

It’s not until recently, when I had to review everything I own and mark my possessions as “important” and “not so important” that I’ve realized that there’s a plastic box that holds the biggest value to me.

This plastic box contains negatives and pictures, that resemble that same diary but in a different ink. I’ve realized that I’ve been documenting my life through unfocused, often overexposed pictures, carefully storing a piece of me on each printed piece of photo paper.

It’s fascinating to see how differently I view the world at every next stage of life. These are different from an iPhone picture, they truly store energy and story. I love the feeling of not knowing what will a picture look like, I love receiving scans from films I’ve taken months, sometimes years ago, I think it’s the closest to time travel I’ll get to experience.

In the era of war and AI i cling this plastic box to my chest, like it’s my child, like a continuation of me. War makes you reconsider what you see as important, as valuable, as worth saving. Many things lose meaning while others become the reason to keep going.

As this box continues to be filled up, I, too, keep going. Reminding myself, that the true meaning of life is to learn and to love.

I’ve tried journaling and keeping a diary about a hundred times throughout my life. I’ve bought beautiful notebooks, colorful pens and markers but I could never keep up.

It’s not until recently, when I had to review everything I own and mark my possessions as “important” and “not so important” that I’ve realized that there’s a plastic box that holds the biggest value to me.

This plastic box contains negatives and pictures, that resemble that same diary but in a different ink. I’ve realized that I’ve been documenting my life through unfocused, often overexposed pictures, carefully storing a piece of me on each printed piece of photo paper.

It’s fascinating to see how differently I view the world at every next stage of life. These are different from an iPhone picture, they truly store energy and story. I love the feeling of not knowing what will a picture look like, I love receiving scans from films I’ve taken months, sometimes years ago, I think it’s the closest to time travel I’ll get to experience.

In the era of war and AI i cling this plastic box to my chest, like it’s my child, like a continuation of me. War makes you reconsider what you see as important, as valuable, as worth saving. Many things lose meaning while others become the reason to keep going.

As this box continues to be filled up, I, too, keep going. Reminding myself, that the true meaning of life is to learn and to love.

I’ve tried journaling and keeping a diary about a hundred times throughout my life. I’ve bought beautiful notebooks, colorful pens and markers but I could never keep up.

It’s not until recently, when I had to review everything I own and mark my possessions as “important” and “not so important” that I’ve realized that there’s a plastic box that holds the biggest value to me.

This plastic box contains negatives and pictures, that resemble that same diary but in a different ink. I’ve realized that I’ve been documenting my life through unfocused, often overexposed pictures, carefully storing a piece of me on each printed piece of photo paper.

It’s fascinating to see how differently I view the world at every next stage of life. These are different from an iPhone picture, they truly store energy and story. I love the feeling of not knowing what will a picture look like, I love receiving scans from films I’ve taken months, sometimes years ago, I think it’s the closest to time travel I’ll get to experience.

In the era of war and AI i cling this plastic box to my chest, like it’s my child, like a continuation of me. War makes you reconsider what you see as important, as valuable, as worth saving. Many things lose meaning while others become the reason to keep going.

As this box continues to be filled up, I, too, keep going. Reminding myself, that the true meaning of life is to learn and to love.

Today marks exactly 10 years since the beginning of my international modeling career. I am sure, that 16 years old me would be fascinated to hear that we made it to a decade in the industry.

I remember the first time I arrived to Paris. Young and brave girl from Eastern Europe, from a city no one could pronounce, all by herself in the heart of Paris.

I remember when I arrived to CDG and I saw that the car picking me up was a Mercedes. I thought to myself : “see grandma, everything is fine. No traffickers would book a mercedes for you!”. So naive and pure and hopeful.

I felt so grown, so mature, but only now, looking back at these pictures I see how young, how little, how baby she was. Handling this adult life best she could, being a part of this bulldozer machine called the fashion industry. I do not wish to make this post anything but fun and celebratory but god knows I mourn my teenage hood. I didn’t get to be a child for long, I met my 13th learning what war was and at 16 I packed my bags and traveled all over the world.

These 10 years are hard to put into words. Easier to put into lives, I guess. Like a cat, I’ve lived at least 9 lives in that time.

I can never express how grateful I am for the life I live. It’s a truly different life, filled with freedom, adventures and non trivial stories. But the biggest gift I’ve received from this job will forever be my sisters and brothers. The connections i’vegained along the way, some were destined to faint and become a part of a lived story, but so many have turned into more than friendship, into a deeper souls connections that I sure, romantically hope, will last forever.

It makes me proud to see and feel my circle. I know, that people around you are a direct reflection of who you are as a person. It’s my people that make me proud of who I am, because if these incredible souls choose me to be a part of their life, and if they genuinely want to be a part of mine, it means I’m doing something right.

From the bottom of my heart, I thank everyone who’s been believing in me for a whole decade. Supporting me, fighting for me, healing me, guiding me. ❤️ to many more.

Today marks exactly 10 years since the beginning of my international modeling career. I am sure, that 16 years old me would be fascinated to hear that we made it to a decade in the industry.

I remember the first time I arrived to Paris. Young and brave girl from Eastern Europe, from a city no one could pronounce, all by herself in the heart of Paris.

I remember when I arrived to CDG and I saw that the car picking me up was a Mercedes. I thought to myself : “see grandma, everything is fine. No traffickers would book a mercedes for you!”. So naive and pure and hopeful.

I felt so grown, so mature, but only now, looking back at these pictures I see how young, how little, how baby she was. Handling this adult life best she could, being a part of this bulldozer machine called the fashion industry. I do not wish to make this post anything but fun and celebratory but god knows I mourn my teenage hood. I didn’t get to be a child for long, I met my 13th learning what war was and at 16 I packed my bags and traveled all over the world.

These 10 years are hard to put into words. Easier to put into lives, I guess. Like a cat, I’ve lived at least 9 lives in that time.

I can never express how grateful I am for the life I live. It’s a truly different life, filled with freedom, adventures and non trivial stories. But the biggest gift I’ve received from this job will forever be my sisters and brothers. The connections i’vegained along the way, some were destined to faint and become a part of a lived story, but so many have turned into more than friendship, into a deeper souls connections that I sure, romantically hope, will last forever.

It makes me proud to see and feel my circle. I know, that people around you are a direct reflection of who you are as a person. It’s my people that make me proud of who I am, because if these incredible souls choose me to be a part of their life, and if they genuinely want to be a part of mine, it means I’m doing something right.

From the bottom of my heart, I thank everyone who’s been believing in me for a whole decade. Supporting me, fighting for me, healing me, guiding me. ❤️ to many more.

Today marks exactly 10 years since the beginning of my international modeling career. I am sure, that 16 years old me would be fascinated to hear that we made it to a decade in the industry.

I remember the first time I arrived to Paris. Young and brave girl from Eastern Europe, from a city no one could pronounce, all by herself in the heart of Paris.

I remember when I arrived to CDG and I saw that the car picking me up was a Mercedes. I thought to myself : “see grandma, everything is fine. No traffickers would book a mercedes for you!”. So naive and pure and hopeful.

I felt so grown, so mature, but only now, looking back at these pictures I see how young, how little, how baby she was. Handling this adult life best she could, being a part of this bulldozer machine called the fashion industry. I do not wish to make this post anything but fun and celebratory but god knows I mourn my teenage hood. I didn’t get to be a child for long, I met my 13th learning what war was and at 16 I packed my bags and traveled all over the world.

These 10 years are hard to put into words. Easier to put into lives, I guess. Like a cat, I’ve lived at least 9 lives in that time.

I can never express how grateful I am for the life I live. It’s a truly different life, filled with freedom, adventures and non trivial stories. But the biggest gift I’ve received from this job will forever be my sisters and brothers. The connections i’vegained along the way, some were destined to faint and become a part of a lived story, but so many have turned into more than friendship, into a deeper souls connections that I sure, romantically hope, will last forever.

It makes me proud to see and feel my circle. I know, that people around you are a direct reflection of who you are as a person. It’s my people that make me proud of who I am, because if these incredible souls choose me to be a part of their life, and if they genuinely want to be a part of mine, it means I’m doing something right.

From the bottom of my heart, I thank everyone who’s been believing in me for a whole decade. Supporting me, fighting for me, healing me, guiding me. ❤️ to many more.

Today marks exactly 10 years since the beginning of my international modeling career. I am sure, that 16 years old me would be fascinated to hear that we made it to a decade in the industry.

I remember the first time I arrived to Paris. Young and brave girl from Eastern Europe, from a city no one could pronounce, all by herself in the heart of Paris.

I remember when I arrived to CDG and I saw that the car picking me up was a Mercedes. I thought to myself : “see grandma, everything is fine. No traffickers would book a mercedes for you!”. So naive and pure and hopeful.

I felt so grown, so mature, but only now, looking back at these pictures I see how young, how little, how baby she was. Handling this adult life best she could, being a part of this bulldozer machine called the fashion industry. I do not wish to make this post anything but fun and celebratory but god knows I mourn my teenage hood. I didn’t get to be a child for long, I met my 13th learning what war was and at 16 I packed my bags and traveled all over the world.

These 10 years are hard to put into words. Easier to put into lives, I guess. Like a cat, I’ve lived at least 9 lives in that time.

I can never express how grateful I am for the life I live. It’s a truly different life, filled with freedom, adventures and non trivial stories. But the biggest gift I’ve received from this job will forever be my sisters and brothers. The connections i’vegained along the way, some were destined to faint and become a part of a lived story, but so many have turned into more than friendship, into a deeper souls connections that I sure, romantically hope, will last forever.

It makes me proud to see and feel my circle. I know, that people around you are a direct reflection of who you are as a person. It’s my people that make me proud of who I am, because if these incredible souls choose me to be a part of their life, and if they genuinely want to be a part of mine, it means I’m doing something right.

From the bottom of my heart, I thank everyone who’s been believing in me for a whole decade. Supporting me, fighting for me, healing me, guiding me. ❤️ to many more.

Today marks exactly 10 years since the beginning of my international modeling career. I am sure, that 16 years old me would be fascinated to hear that we made it to a decade in the industry.

I remember the first time I arrived to Paris. Young and brave girl from Eastern Europe, from a city no one could pronounce, all by herself in the heart of Paris.

I remember when I arrived to CDG and I saw that the car picking me up was a Mercedes. I thought to myself : “see grandma, everything is fine. No traffickers would book a mercedes for you!”. So naive and pure and hopeful.

I felt so grown, so mature, but only now, looking back at these pictures I see how young, how little, how baby she was. Handling this adult life best she could, being a part of this bulldozer machine called the fashion industry. I do not wish to make this post anything but fun and celebratory but god knows I mourn my teenage hood. I didn’t get to be a child for long, I met my 13th learning what war was and at 16 I packed my bags and traveled all over the world.

These 10 years are hard to put into words. Easier to put into lives, I guess. Like a cat, I’ve lived at least 9 lives in that time.

I can never express how grateful I am for the life I live. It’s a truly different life, filled with freedom, adventures and non trivial stories. But the biggest gift I’ve received from this job will forever be my sisters and brothers. The connections i’vegained along the way, some were destined to faint and become a part of a lived story, but so many have turned into more than friendship, into a deeper souls connections that I sure, romantically hope, will last forever.

It makes me proud to see and feel my circle. I know, that people around you are a direct reflection of who you are as a person. It’s my people that make me proud of who I am, because if these incredible souls choose me to be a part of their life, and if they genuinely want to be a part of mine, it means I’m doing something right.

From the bottom of my heart, I thank everyone who’s been believing in me for a whole decade. Supporting me, fighting for me, healing me, guiding me. ❤️ to many more.

Today marks exactly 10 years since the beginning of my international modeling career. I am sure, that 16 years old me would be fascinated to hear that we made it to a decade in the industry.

I remember the first time I arrived to Paris. Young and brave girl from Eastern Europe, from a city no one could pronounce, all by herself in the heart of Paris.

I remember when I arrived to CDG and I saw that the car picking me up was a Mercedes. I thought to myself : “see grandma, everything is fine. No traffickers would book a mercedes for you!”. So naive and pure and hopeful.

I felt so grown, so mature, but only now, looking back at these pictures I see how young, how little, how baby she was. Handling this adult life best she could, being a part of this bulldozer machine called the fashion industry. I do not wish to make this post anything but fun and celebratory but god knows I mourn my teenage hood. I didn’t get to be a child for long, I met my 13th learning what war was and at 16 I packed my bags and traveled all over the world.

These 10 years are hard to put into words. Easier to put into lives, I guess. Like a cat, I’ve lived at least 9 lives in that time.

I can never express how grateful I am for the life I live. It’s a truly different life, filled with freedom, adventures and non trivial stories. But the biggest gift I’ve received from this job will forever be my sisters and brothers. The connections i’vegained along the way, some were destined to faint and become a part of a lived story, but so many have turned into more than friendship, into a deeper souls connections that I sure, romantically hope, will last forever.

It makes me proud to see and feel my circle. I know, that people around you are a direct reflection of who you are as a person. It’s my people that make me proud of who I am, because if these incredible souls choose me to be a part of their life, and if they genuinely want to be a part of mine, it means I’m doing something right.

From the bottom of my heart, I thank everyone who’s been believing in me for a whole decade. Supporting me, fighting for me, healing me, guiding me. ❤️ to many more.

Today marks exactly 10 years since the beginning of my international modeling career. I am sure, that 16 years old me would be fascinated to hear that we made it to a decade in the industry.

I remember the first time I arrived to Paris. Young and brave girl from Eastern Europe, from a city no one could pronounce, all by herself in the heart of Paris.

I remember when I arrived to CDG and I saw that the car picking me up was a Mercedes. I thought to myself : “see grandma, everything is fine. No traffickers would book a mercedes for you!”. So naive and pure and hopeful.

I felt so grown, so mature, but only now, looking back at these pictures I see how young, how little, how baby she was. Handling this adult life best she could, being a part of this bulldozer machine called the fashion industry. I do not wish to make this post anything but fun and celebratory but god knows I mourn my teenage hood. I didn’t get to be a child for long, I met my 13th learning what war was and at 16 I packed my bags and traveled all over the world.

These 10 years are hard to put into words. Easier to put into lives, I guess. Like a cat, I’ve lived at least 9 lives in that time.

I can never express how grateful I am for the life I live. It’s a truly different life, filled with freedom, adventures and non trivial stories. But the biggest gift I’ve received from this job will forever be my sisters and brothers. The connections i’vegained along the way, some were destined to faint and become a part of a lived story, but so many have turned into more than friendship, into a deeper souls connections that I sure, romantically hope, will last forever.

It makes me proud to see and feel my circle. I know, that people around you are a direct reflection of who you are as a person. It’s my people that make me proud of who I am, because if these incredible souls choose me to be a part of their life, and if they genuinely want to be a part of mine, it means I’m doing something right.

From the bottom of my heart, I thank everyone who’s been believing in me for a whole decade. Supporting me, fighting for me, healing me, guiding me. ❤️ to many more.

Today marks exactly 10 years since the beginning of my international modeling career. I am sure, that 16 years old me would be fascinated to hear that we made it to a decade in the industry.

I remember the first time I arrived to Paris. Young and brave girl from Eastern Europe, from a city no one could pronounce, all by herself in the heart of Paris.

I remember when I arrived to CDG and I saw that the car picking me up was a Mercedes. I thought to myself : “see grandma, everything is fine. No traffickers would book a mercedes for you!”. So naive and pure and hopeful.

I felt so grown, so mature, but only now, looking back at these pictures I see how young, how little, how baby she was. Handling this adult life best she could, being a part of this bulldozer machine called the fashion industry. I do not wish to make this post anything but fun and celebratory but god knows I mourn my teenage hood. I didn’t get to be a child for long, I met my 13th learning what war was and at 16 I packed my bags and traveled all over the world.

These 10 years are hard to put into words. Easier to put into lives, I guess. Like a cat, I’ve lived at least 9 lives in that time.

I can never express how grateful I am for the life I live. It’s a truly different life, filled with freedom, adventures and non trivial stories. But the biggest gift I’ve received from this job will forever be my sisters and brothers. The connections i’vegained along the way, some were destined to faint and become a part of a lived story, but so many have turned into more than friendship, into a deeper souls connections that I sure, romantically hope, will last forever.

It makes me proud to see and feel my circle. I know, that people around you are a direct reflection of who you are as a person. It’s my people that make me proud of who I am, because if these incredible souls choose me to be a part of their life, and if they genuinely want to be a part of mine, it means I’m doing something right.

From the bottom of my heart, I thank everyone who’s been believing in me for a whole decade. Supporting me, fighting for me, healing me, guiding me. ❤️ to many more.

Today marks exactly 10 years since the beginning of my international modeling career. I am sure, that 16 years old me would be fascinated to hear that we made it to a decade in the industry.

I remember the first time I arrived to Paris. Young and brave girl from Eastern Europe, from a city no one could pronounce, all by herself in the heart of Paris.

I remember when I arrived to CDG and I saw that the car picking me up was a Mercedes. I thought to myself : “see grandma, everything is fine. No traffickers would book a mercedes for you!”. So naive and pure and hopeful.

I felt so grown, so mature, but only now, looking back at these pictures I see how young, how little, how baby she was. Handling this adult life best she could, being a part of this bulldozer machine called the fashion industry. I do not wish to make this post anything but fun and celebratory but god knows I mourn my teenage hood. I didn’t get to be a child for long, I met my 13th learning what war was and at 16 I packed my bags and traveled all over the world.

These 10 years are hard to put into words. Easier to put into lives, I guess. Like a cat, I’ve lived at least 9 lives in that time.

I can never express how grateful I am for the life I live. It’s a truly different life, filled with freedom, adventures and non trivial stories. But the biggest gift I’ve received from this job will forever be my sisters and brothers. The connections i’vegained along the way, some were destined to faint and become a part of a lived story, but so many have turned into more than friendship, into a deeper souls connections that I sure, romantically hope, will last forever.

It makes me proud to see and feel my circle. I know, that people around you are a direct reflection of who you are as a person. It’s my people that make me proud of who I am, because if these incredible souls choose me to be a part of their life, and if they genuinely want to be a part of mine, it means I’m doing something right.

From the bottom of my heart, I thank everyone who’s been believing in me for a whole decade. Supporting me, fighting for me, healing me, guiding me. ❤️ to many more.

Today marks exactly 10 years since the beginning of my international modeling career. I am sure, that 16 years old me would be fascinated to hear that we made it to a decade in the industry.

I remember the first time I arrived to Paris. Young and brave girl from Eastern Europe, from a city no one could pronounce, all by herself in the heart of Paris.

I remember when I arrived to CDG and I saw that the car picking me up was a Mercedes. I thought to myself : “see grandma, everything is fine. No traffickers would book a mercedes for you!”. So naive and pure and hopeful.

I felt so grown, so mature, but only now, looking back at these pictures I see how young, how little, how baby she was. Handling this adult life best she could, being a part of this bulldozer machine called the fashion industry. I do not wish to make this post anything but fun and celebratory but god knows I mourn my teenage hood. I didn’t get to be a child for long, I met my 13th learning what war was and at 16 I packed my bags and traveled all over the world.

These 10 years are hard to put into words. Easier to put into lives, I guess. Like a cat, I’ve lived at least 9 lives in that time.

I can never express how grateful I am for the life I live. It’s a truly different life, filled with freedom, adventures and non trivial stories. But the biggest gift I’ve received from this job will forever be my sisters and brothers. The connections i’vegained along the way, some were destined to faint and become a part of a lived story, but so many have turned into more than friendship, into a deeper souls connections that I sure, romantically hope, will last forever.

It makes me proud to see and feel my circle. I know, that people around you are a direct reflection of who you are as a person. It’s my people that make me proud of who I am, because if these incredible souls choose me to be a part of their life, and if they genuinely want to be a part of mine, it means I’m doing something right.

From the bottom of my heart, I thank everyone who’s been believing in me for a whole decade. Supporting me, fighting for me, healing me, guiding me. ❤️ to many more.

Today marks exactly 10 years since the beginning of my international modeling career. I am sure, that 16 years old me would be fascinated to hear that we made it to a decade in the industry.

I remember the first time I arrived to Paris. Young and brave girl from Eastern Europe, from a city no one could pronounce, all by herself in the heart of Paris.

I remember when I arrived to CDG and I saw that the car picking me up was a Mercedes. I thought to myself : “see grandma, everything is fine. No traffickers would book a mercedes for you!”. So naive and pure and hopeful.

I felt so grown, so mature, but only now, looking back at these pictures I see how young, how little, how baby she was. Handling this adult life best she could, being a part of this bulldozer machine called the fashion industry. I do not wish to make this post anything but fun and celebratory but god knows I mourn my teenage hood. I didn’t get to be a child for long, I met my 13th learning what war was and at 16 I packed my bags and traveled all over the world.

These 10 years are hard to put into words. Easier to put into lives, I guess. Like a cat, I’ve lived at least 9 lives in that time.

I can never express how grateful I am for the life I live. It’s a truly different life, filled with freedom, adventures and non trivial stories. But the biggest gift I’ve received from this job will forever be my sisters and brothers. The connections i’vegained along the way, some were destined to faint and become a part of a lived story, but so many have turned into more than friendship, into a deeper souls connections that I sure, romantically hope, will last forever.

It makes me proud to see and feel my circle. I know, that people around you are a direct reflection of who you are as a person. It’s my people that make me proud of who I am, because if these incredible souls choose me to be a part of their life, and if they genuinely want to be a part of mine, it means I’m doing something right.

From the bottom of my heart, I thank everyone who’s been believing in me for a whole decade. Supporting me, fighting for me, healing me, guiding me. ❤️ to many more.

Today marks exactly 10 years since the beginning of my international modeling career. I am sure, that 16 years old me would be fascinated to hear that we made it to a decade in the industry.

I remember the first time I arrived to Paris. Young and brave girl from Eastern Europe, from a city no one could pronounce, all by herself in the heart of Paris.

I remember when I arrived to CDG and I saw that the car picking me up was a Mercedes. I thought to myself : “see grandma, everything is fine. No traffickers would book a mercedes for you!”. So naive and pure and hopeful.

I felt so grown, so mature, but only now, looking back at these pictures I see how young, how little, how baby she was. Handling this adult life best she could, being a part of this bulldozer machine called the fashion industry. I do not wish to make this post anything but fun and celebratory but god knows I mourn my teenage hood. I didn’t get to be a child for long, I met my 13th learning what war was and at 16 I packed my bags and traveled all over the world.

These 10 years are hard to put into words. Easier to put into lives, I guess. Like a cat, I’ve lived at least 9 lives in that time.

I can never express how grateful I am for the life I live. It’s a truly different life, filled with freedom, adventures and non trivial stories. But the biggest gift I’ve received from this job will forever be my sisters and brothers. The connections i’vegained along the way, some were destined to faint and become a part of a lived story, but so many have turned into more than friendship, into a deeper souls connections that I sure, romantically hope, will last forever.

It makes me proud to see and feel my circle. I know, that people around you are a direct reflection of who you are as a person. It’s my people that make me proud of who I am, because if these incredible souls choose me to be a part of their life, and if they genuinely want to be a part of mine, it means I’m doing something right.

From the bottom of my heart, I thank everyone who’s been believing in me for a whole decade. Supporting me, fighting for me, healing me, guiding me. ❤️ to many more.

Today marks exactly 10 years since the beginning of my international modeling career. I am sure, that 16 years old me would be fascinated to hear that we made it to a decade in the industry.

I remember the first time I arrived to Paris. Young and brave girl from Eastern Europe, from a city no one could pronounce, all by herself in the heart of Paris.

I remember when I arrived to CDG and I saw that the car picking me up was a Mercedes. I thought to myself : “see grandma, everything is fine. No traffickers would book a mercedes for you!”. So naive and pure and hopeful.

I felt so grown, so mature, but only now, looking back at these pictures I see how young, how little, how baby she was. Handling this adult life best she could, being a part of this bulldozer machine called the fashion industry. I do not wish to make this post anything but fun and celebratory but god knows I mourn my teenage hood. I didn’t get to be a child for long, I met my 13th learning what war was and at 16 I packed my bags and traveled all over the world.

These 10 years are hard to put into words. Easier to put into lives, I guess. Like a cat, I’ve lived at least 9 lives in that time.

I can never express how grateful I am for the life I live. It’s a truly different life, filled with freedom, adventures and non trivial stories. But the biggest gift I’ve received from this job will forever be my sisters and brothers. The connections i’vegained along the way, some were destined to faint and become a part of a lived story, but so many have turned into more than friendship, into a deeper souls connections that I sure, romantically hope, will last forever.

It makes me proud to see and feel my circle. I know, that people around you are a direct reflection of who you are as a person. It’s my people that make me proud of who I am, because if these incredible souls choose me to be a part of their life, and if they genuinely want to be a part of mine, it means I’m doing something right.

From the bottom of my heart, I thank everyone who’s been believing in me for a whole decade. Supporting me, fighting for me, healing me, guiding me. ❤️ to many more.

Today marks exactly 10 years since the beginning of my international modeling career. I am sure, that 16 years old me would be fascinated to hear that we made it to a decade in the industry.

I remember the first time I arrived to Paris. Young and brave girl from Eastern Europe, from a city no one could pronounce, all by herself in the heart of Paris.

I remember when I arrived to CDG and I saw that the car picking me up was a Mercedes. I thought to myself : “see grandma, everything is fine. No traffickers would book a mercedes for you!”. So naive and pure and hopeful.

I felt so grown, so mature, but only now, looking back at these pictures I see how young, how little, how baby she was. Handling this adult life best she could, being a part of this bulldozer machine called the fashion industry. I do not wish to make this post anything but fun and celebratory but god knows I mourn my teenage hood. I didn’t get to be a child for long, I met my 13th learning what war was and at 16 I packed my bags and traveled all over the world.

These 10 years are hard to put into words. Easier to put into lives, I guess. Like a cat, I’ve lived at least 9 lives in that time.

I can never express how grateful I am for the life I live. It’s a truly different life, filled with freedom, adventures and non trivial stories. But the biggest gift I’ve received from this job will forever be my sisters and brothers. The connections i’vegained along the way, some were destined to faint and become a part of a lived story, but so many have turned into more than friendship, into a deeper souls connections that I sure, romantically hope, will last forever.

It makes me proud to see and feel my circle. I know, that people around you are a direct reflection of who you are as a person. It’s my people that make me proud of who I am, because if these incredible souls choose me to be a part of their life, and if they genuinely want to be a part of mine, it means I’m doing something right.

From the bottom of my heart, I thank everyone who’s been believing in me for a whole decade. Supporting me, fighting for me, healing me, guiding me. ❤️ to many more.

Today marks exactly 10 years since the beginning of my international modeling career. I am sure, that 16 years old me would be fascinated to hear that we made it to a decade in the industry.

I remember the first time I arrived to Paris. Young and brave girl from Eastern Europe, from a city no one could pronounce, all by herself in the heart of Paris.

I remember when I arrived to CDG and I saw that the car picking me up was a Mercedes. I thought to myself : “see grandma, everything is fine. No traffickers would book a mercedes for you!”. So naive and pure and hopeful.

I felt so grown, so mature, but only now, looking back at these pictures I see how young, how little, how baby she was. Handling this adult life best she could, being a part of this bulldozer machine called the fashion industry. I do not wish to make this post anything but fun and celebratory but god knows I mourn my teenage hood. I didn’t get to be a child for long, I met my 13th learning what war was and at 16 I packed my bags and traveled all over the world.

These 10 years are hard to put into words. Easier to put into lives, I guess. Like a cat, I’ve lived at least 9 lives in that time.

I can never express how grateful I am for the life I live. It’s a truly different life, filled with freedom, adventures and non trivial stories. But the biggest gift I’ve received from this job will forever be my sisters and brothers. The connections i’vegained along the way, some were destined to faint and become a part of a lived story, but so many have turned into more than friendship, into a deeper souls connections that I sure, romantically hope, will last forever.

It makes me proud to see and feel my circle. I know, that people around you are a direct reflection of who you are as a person. It’s my people that make me proud of who I am, because if these incredible souls choose me to be a part of their life, and if they genuinely want to be a part of mine, it means I’m doing something right.

From the bottom of my heart, I thank everyone who’s been believing in me for a whole decade. Supporting me, fighting for me, healing me, guiding me. ❤️ to many more.

Today marks exactly 10 years since the beginning of my international modeling career. I am sure, that 16 years old me would be fascinated to hear that we made it to a decade in the industry.

I remember the first time I arrived to Paris. Young and brave girl from Eastern Europe, from a city no one could pronounce, all by herself in the heart of Paris.

I remember when I arrived to CDG and I saw that the car picking me up was a Mercedes. I thought to myself : “see grandma, everything is fine. No traffickers would book a mercedes for you!”. So naive and pure and hopeful.

I felt so grown, so mature, but only now, looking back at these pictures I see how young, how little, how baby she was. Handling this adult life best she could, being a part of this bulldozer machine called the fashion industry. I do not wish to make this post anything but fun and celebratory but god knows I mourn my teenage hood. I didn’t get to be a child for long, I met my 13th learning what war was and at 16 I packed my bags and traveled all over the world.

These 10 years are hard to put into words. Easier to put into lives, I guess. Like a cat, I’ve lived at least 9 lives in that time.

I can never express how grateful I am for the life I live. It’s a truly different life, filled with freedom, adventures and non trivial stories. But the biggest gift I’ve received from this job will forever be my sisters and brothers. The connections i’vegained along the way, some were destined to faint and become a part of a lived story, but so many have turned into more than friendship, into a deeper souls connections that I sure, romantically hope, will last forever.

It makes me proud to see and feel my circle. I know, that people around you are a direct reflection of who you are as a person. It’s my people that make me proud of who I am, because if these incredible souls choose me to be a part of their life, and if they genuinely want to be a part of mine, it means I’m doing something right.

From the bottom of my heart, I thank everyone who’s been believing in me for a whole decade. Supporting me, fighting for me, healing me, guiding me. ❤️ to many more.

Today marks exactly 10 years since the beginning of my international modeling career. I am sure, that 16 years old me would be fascinated to hear that we made it to a decade in the industry.

I remember the first time I arrived to Paris. Young and brave girl from Eastern Europe, from a city no one could pronounce, all by herself in the heart of Paris.

I remember when I arrived to CDG and I saw that the car picking me up was a Mercedes. I thought to myself : “see grandma, everything is fine. No traffickers would book a mercedes for you!”. So naive and pure and hopeful.

I felt so grown, so mature, but only now, looking back at these pictures I see how young, how little, how baby she was. Handling this adult life best she could, being a part of this bulldozer machine called the fashion industry. I do not wish to make this post anything but fun and celebratory but god knows I mourn my teenage hood. I didn’t get to be a child for long, I met my 13th learning what war was and at 16 I packed my bags and traveled all over the world.

These 10 years are hard to put into words. Easier to put into lives, I guess. Like a cat, I’ve lived at least 9 lives in that time.

I can never express how grateful I am for the life I live. It’s a truly different life, filled with freedom, adventures and non trivial stories. But the biggest gift I’ve received from this job will forever be my sisters and brothers. The connections i’vegained along the way, some were destined to faint and become a part of a lived story, but so many have turned into more than friendship, into a deeper souls connections that I sure, romantically hope, will last forever.

It makes me proud to see and feel my circle. I know, that people around you are a direct reflection of who you are as a person. It’s my people that make me proud of who I am, because if these incredible souls choose me to be a part of their life, and if they genuinely want to be a part of mine, it means I’m doing something right.

From the bottom of my heart, I thank everyone who’s been believing in me for a whole decade. Supporting me, fighting for me, healing me, guiding me. ❤️ to many more.

Today marks exactly 10 years since the beginning of my international modeling career. I am sure, that 16 years old me would be fascinated to hear that we made it to a decade in the industry.

I remember the first time I arrived to Paris. Young and brave girl from Eastern Europe, from a city no one could pronounce, all by herself in the heart of Paris.

I remember when I arrived to CDG and I saw that the car picking me up was a Mercedes. I thought to myself : “see grandma, everything is fine. No traffickers would book a mercedes for you!”. So naive and pure and hopeful.

I felt so grown, so mature, but only now, looking back at these pictures I see how young, how little, how baby she was. Handling this adult life best she could, being a part of this bulldozer machine called the fashion industry. I do not wish to make this post anything but fun and celebratory but god knows I mourn my teenage hood. I didn’t get to be a child for long, I met my 13th learning what war was and at 16 I packed my bags and traveled all over the world.

These 10 years are hard to put into words. Easier to put into lives, I guess. Like a cat, I’ve lived at least 9 lives in that time.

I can never express how grateful I am for the life I live. It’s a truly different life, filled with freedom, adventures and non trivial stories. But the biggest gift I’ve received from this job will forever be my sisters and brothers. The connections i’vegained along the way, some were destined to faint and become a part of a lived story, but so many have turned into more than friendship, into a deeper souls connections that I sure, romantically hope, will last forever.

It makes me proud to see and feel my circle. I know, that people around you are a direct reflection of who you are as a person. It’s my people that make me proud of who I am, because if these incredible souls choose me to be a part of their life, and if they genuinely want to be a part of mine, it means I’m doing something right.

From the bottom of my heart, I thank everyone who’s been believing in me for a whole decade. Supporting me, fighting for me, healing me, guiding me. ❤️ to many more.

Today marks exactly 10 years since the beginning of my international modeling career. I am sure, that 16 years old me would be fascinated to hear that we made it to a decade in the industry.

I remember the first time I arrived to Paris. Young and brave girl from Eastern Europe, from a city no one could pronounce, all by herself in the heart of Paris.

I remember when I arrived to CDG and I saw that the car picking me up was a Mercedes. I thought to myself : “see grandma, everything is fine. No traffickers would book a mercedes for you!”. So naive and pure and hopeful.

I felt so grown, so mature, but only now, looking back at these pictures I see how young, how little, how baby she was. Handling this adult life best she could, being a part of this bulldozer machine called the fashion industry. I do not wish to make this post anything but fun and celebratory but god knows I mourn my teenage hood. I didn’t get to be a child for long, I met my 13th learning what war was and at 16 I packed my bags and traveled all over the world.

These 10 years are hard to put into words. Easier to put into lives, I guess. Like a cat, I’ve lived at least 9 lives in that time.

I can never express how grateful I am for the life I live. It’s a truly different life, filled with freedom, adventures and non trivial stories. But the biggest gift I’ve received from this job will forever be my sisters and brothers. The connections i’vegained along the way, some were destined to faint and become a part of a lived story, but so many have turned into more than friendship, into a deeper souls connections that I sure, romantically hope, will last forever.

It makes me proud to see and feel my circle. I know, that people around you are a direct reflection of who you are as a person. It’s my people that make me proud of who I am, because if these incredible souls choose me to be a part of their life, and if they genuinely want to be a part of mine, it means I’m doing something right.

From the bottom of my heart, I thank everyone who’s been believing in me for a whole decade. Supporting me, fighting for me, healing me, guiding me. ❤️ to many more.

Today marks exactly 10 years since the beginning of my international modeling career. I am sure, that 16 years old me would be fascinated to hear that we made it to a decade in the industry.

I remember the first time I arrived to Paris. Young and brave girl from Eastern Europe, from a city no one could pronounce, all by herself in the heart of Paris.

I remember when I arrived to CDG and I saw that the car picking me up was a Mercedes. I thought to myself : “see grandma, everything is fine. No traffickers would book a mercedes for you!”. So naive and pure and hopeful.

I felt so grown, so mature, but only now, looking back at these pictures I see how young, how little, how baby she was. Handling this adult life best she could, being a part of this bulldozer machine called the fashion industry. I do not wish to make this post anything but fun and celebratory but god knows I mourn my teenage hood. I didn’t get to be a child for long, I met my 13th learning what war was and at 16 I packed my bags and traveled all over the world.

These 10 years are hard to put into words. Easier to put into lives, I guess. Like a cat, I’ve lived at least 9 lives in that time.

I can never express how grateful I am for the life I live. It’s a truly different life, filled with freedom, adventures and non trivial stories. But the biggest gift I’ve received from this job will forever be my sisters and brothers. The connections i’vegained along the way, some were destined to faint and become a part of a lived story, but so many have turned into more than friendship, into a deeper souls connections that I sure, romantically hope, will last forever.

It makes me proud to see and feel my circle. I know, that people around you are a direct reflection of who you are as a person. It’s my people that make me proud of who I am, because if these incredible souls choose me to be a part of their life, and if they genuinely want to be a part of mine, it means I’m doing something right.

From the bottom of my heart, I thank everyone who’s been believing in me for a whole decade. Supporting me, fighting for me, healing me, guiding me. ❤️ to many more.

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