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Edge of the world
🕑 Added 2025-05-01 17:00:12 +0000 UTCThese are film stills from my first trip to Europe (like real trip for full month). A trip where I was trying to find myself — trying to understand where I felt good, how I felt good… But in reality, I was just running away. Running from emotions that had shaken me completely back in Ukraine.
I planned this journey right after the death of my ex-boyfriend. It was a sad, strange, and deeply beautiful time in my life. I had never felt my emotions this deeply before — and I’m not just talking about grief. Something inside me uncorked. As if that loss gave permission for other emotions to finally surface. I began to feel joy again. Wonder. Sadness. Love. Openness. That grief, in a strange way, uprooted me — but it also helped me bloom.
The next six months felt like a fairy tale. A fairy tale with both a happy and a painful ending. This was when I decided to go far away — to reset, to feel myself again, and then return to Ukraine and see who I had become after everything. The plan was simple: Barcelona (because Tony and Lolita were there), Lisbon (because I always wanted to go, and Katya Prekrasna offered to join), Amsterdam (there was a photo shoot request — this was when I first began to position myself as a model), Brussels (a director and photographer friend of mine wanted to shoot me), and then home.
I didn’t shoot much on film back then — film was simply too expensive. But I’m grateful I didn’t regret a single frame on the day we met that incredible sunset at Adraga Beach and swam nude in the ocean under the stars. Katya had never swum nude in the ocean before. And I had never swum in the ocean at all. Everything just… aligned. The ocean was warm (which is rare for the Atlantic), there was no wind, and we were alone — completely alone on a vast, empty beach.
I remember running along the shoreline in the pitch black, the breeze tickling my skin, the waves chasing my feet. I couldn’t see anything but the outline of the water, the stars above me, and the tiny lights of a distant town. I’d lose sight of Katya sometimes — and it felt like I was alone. Truly alone. At the edge of the world. Running. Laughing. Speaking to the ocean and the stars.
It was one of the best days of my life
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George Streng
That was a special post. Thanks for sharing that memory.
