I’m 22 years old. I was born in Moscow, lived in Tel Aviv, and now I’m on my way to Berlin. For the past two years, I’ve been working as a model. For me, a photoshoot isn’t about posing — it’s about a moment where a story begins. Presence matters more than appearance.
I grew up in a family where art wasn’t just a profession, but the environment in which a person takes shape. My father is an artist and designer, and my mother is a photographer. They always worked from home, so from an early age I was surrounded by conversations about meaning, not just form. I learned early on that beauty isn’t decoration — it’s the internal structure of things. Aesthetics, for me, is not a posture, but a way of being honest.
When my father spent five years working on a book about Niko Pirosmani, I saw for the first time how visual language connects generations, space, and time. I was fortunate to be part of that project — I digitized slides from the 1980s that had miraculously survived in his archives. That’s when I realized how meaningful the details could be. That’s exactly how I feel in front of the camera: with attentiveness, quiet inside, and the sense that every movement is part of something whole. My task is not just to be in the frame, but to inhabit it with intention.