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<\/figure>\n<\/div>\n\n\nMy intensity. My persistence. The same ones that have followed me since my very first steps.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I have always believed I could do anything. I still do. That nothing could truly stop me. And honestly \u2014 most of the time, nothing did. The only things that ever stopped me were people. Or circumstances beyond my control, no matter how much I wanted to change them. Sometimes it simply meant the timing wasn\u2019t right. But I like to believe that a path always knows when its moment has come. And that nothing meaningful happens by force.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Passion isn\u2019t something you choose. Passion isn\u2019t a habit. Passion is a state of being. You either have it or you don\u2019t.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I don\u2019t know exactly what drives me. I don\u2019t know where it comes from. But I do know that passion always finds me in the strangest places. Sometimes it feels as if I\u2019m not searching for inspiration at all \u2014 as if inspiration is searching for me. It simply finds me, touches me, gently pulls me by the sleeve, and in that moment I know exactly what I need to do. It has always been that way.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I have never been someone who waits. I provoke inspiration. And when I nudge it just a little, it comes back to me tenfold. That is my driving force \u2014 that inner stubbornness, that intensity that has always pushed me forward, even when there were no signs that anything would work out. I would simply feel it: this is it. And I would go. Without calculations. Without fear. The situation leads me \u2014 and the situation ignites me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n When I look back today, I realise that very little in my life was ever motivated by anything external. Everything came from within. And it has been that way since childhood.<\/p>\n\n\n\n As a little girl, I would sew dresses for my dolls in just a few quick moves, change their hairstyles, fix whatever didn\u2019t feel good enough. We had a large attic in the house where I grew up \u2014 one part was mine, the other my sister\u2019s. My side was covered with astrological charts, with a microscope on the table next to my father\u2019s hunting binoculars, while my sister had posters of David Cassidy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I was always exploring, trying to understand the world around me. And I was never satisfied with things as they were \u2014 I wanted to change them. Make them better, more constructive, more beautiful. I didn\u2019t wait for someone else to create beauty. I created it myself. Quickly. Instinctively. With a restlessness that is simply another name for passion.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Through work, this only deepened.<\/p>\n\n\n\n When I worked on fashion shows, and later on Fashion News, I was both choreographer and director. I didn\u2019t think about it at the time, but today I understand that from the very beginning I had a natural need for every story around me to have a beginning, a middle, and an end. For everything to be connected. For everything to make sense. That\u2019s why I became a director \u2014 even though no one ever told me that\u2019s what it was called.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The same happens to me when I write. A situation makes me passionate. One sentence, one turn, one new angle \u2014 and my mind explodes. That\u2019s what moves me. That\u2019s what keeps me awake. That\u2019s what helps me breathe.<\/p>\n\n\n\n In a novel, it\u2019s enough to change one location, one movement, one mood of a character \u2014 and I can already feel the story opening, expanding, pulsing. I love taking a quiet, withdrawn character, someone who doesn\u2019t speak much, and then, through a small detail, revealing the volcano beneath the surface. That fascinates me. That gives me life.<\/p>\n\n\n\n When a good idea or a twist truly lands, the passion inside me erupts. And I know I\u2019m going all the way.<\/p>\n\n\n\n <\/p>\n\n\n\n My passion has never been quiet. It has always been fast, sharp, concrete. That\u2019s why I could never just sit still and do nothing. One day has always felt too short for me. I don\u2019t understand those who drift through life, who slowly fade, who wait for something to fall from the sky. I don\u2019t wait. I work.<\/p>\n\n\n\n When I lie down in bed and turn on a series or a documentary on Netflix, there\u2019s always my phone beside me, a notebook, email \u2014 sometimes even a game I play for a few minutes, just to shake my head loose.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And it all works together, because my thoughts keep moving, rearranging themselves, finding new directions \u2014 and that brings me calm. That is my rhythm. That is how I breathe.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Even in the car, I can\u2019t simply be. I don\u2019t listen to music while driving \u2014 except when I\u2019m working on a music video and need to build an atmosphere. Instead, I rely on my imagination and my visions. They sharpen my focus, almost as if I\u2019ve been given a new prescription for my glasses.<\/p>\n\n\n\n That\u2019s when the world falls into place. That\u2019s when I enter a zone of focus where I can see through a character, through a scene, through everything I\u2019m writing. And then come those nights when I sit, turning a scene back and forth, placing characters around one another like chess pieces, watching what happens.<\/p>\n\n\n\n That\u2019s when a story is born. That\u2019s when passion is born.<\/p>\n\n\n\n One of my greatest moments of inspiration happened in London, completely by chance. I couldn\u2019t walk much \u2014 my knee had its say \u2014 and I ended up in a caf\u00e9. I was sitting alone with my camera and a telephoto lens. Nothing special. People passing by. Rain falling. London breathing in its own rhythm.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And then something happened \u2014 something I love most. Suddenly everything became important, and at the same time completely unimportant. Just the moment. Just the feeling. Click, click, click. I photographed strangers as if I had known them all my life, as if I could see beneath their skin.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I never plan inspiration. I never have. It happens and arrives on its own. I don\u2019t remember a moment when it ever escaped me. Falling in love is a special well of inspiration for me too \u2014 but that is a completely different story.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Inspiration can catch me while I\u2019m standing in line at the checkout. While I\u2019m looking at shelves of chocolate or fruit. Nothing special is happening \u2014 but I notice a situation, a person, a movement, a colour, a shape, a look\u2026 and something shifts inside me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n You know that feeling when a thought hooks onto something and starts moving like a train? That happens to me all the time. And then I take out my phone, record a video or a photo, or simply speak into my voice recorder.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Inspiration has arrived. I\u2019ve done my part.<\/p>\n\n\n\n <\/p>\n\n\n\n Most of my inspiration comes while driving. I don\u2019t know why. Maybe because it\u2019s the only time when I\u2019m both focused and free. I drive\u2026 and then I notice someone who needs help.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And I stop. Because that\u2019s who I am. And in those moments \u2014 when that small space of humanity opens, when you meet a new face, when you hear someone\u2019s voice for the first time \u2014 entire worlds open up for me. Stories are born there. Characters. Plots. Everything.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Once, my former partner and I were driving at night and stopped for a hitchhiker. It was late and dark. We looked at each other, wondering whether to stop \u2014 and of course, we did.<\/p>\n\n\n\n At the time, I was working on a script for a music video for Amina Arapovi\u0107, \u201cSkini mi se.\u201d I was thinking about a biker atmosphere, about energy, about movement. We talked, imagined locations and extras. And then this unknown girl suddenly said, out of nowhere:<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI know two motorcycle groups. Each one has about twenty people.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n And what happened? Everything aligned. The idea clicked. People appeared. Energy started flowing. As if the entire universe said, \u201cNow is the time.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n <\/strong>Passion moves me most when I\u2019m inside a situation. I have to be involved for it to ignite. If I\u2019m doing a fashion show, I do both choreography and direction. I can\u2019t stop halfway. I see where the story leaks, where it\u2019s too long, where the beginning is missing, where we\u2019re avoiding the ending. It\u2019s the same with music videos. The same with novels.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I\u2019m constantly changing things. Turning them over. Listening. Editing. I want the story to breathe. To have a pulse. To make sense. And when that passion takes hold, it feels as if ten lights turn on inside me at once. I can\u2019t stop. I don\u2019t want to stop.<\/p>\n\n\n\n It\u2019s like putting on a new prescription and suddenly everything becomes crystal clear: sentences, people, emotions, subtext. Then I start building. Characters open up like shells, revealing the pearls they hide. One calms down, another explodes. I arrange others around them, like a human puzzle, until I see who that person truly is.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Passion is my navigation. My compass without a compass. My map without a map. I simply go where it pulls me.<\/p>\n\n\n I don\u2019t know. Maybe circumstances. Maybe a moment. Maybe people. Maybe a combination of my restlessness, my energy, my refusal to give up. But I do know that passion has always guided me in the right direction \u2014 in difficult times, in wild times, even when no one believed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I always felt that one moment: This is it. This is where you go.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And that\u2019s life. I no longer resist it. I let it lead me where it wants \u2014 completely certain it\u2019s the right path for me. Maybe I\u2019ll never know what first set me in motion. But I know this: every situation I\u2019ve ever found myself in opened a new path. And every time, I listened to that inner voice \u2014 that defiance, that passion, that desire for everything I touch to have meaning and soul.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I\u2019m not a woman of drama. I\u2019m a woman of intensity.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Peace doesn\u2019t move me. What moves me is the energy born in the moment I recognise something as mine.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Passion is my engine. And as long as I have it, I\u2019m not afraid of any road. Inspiration finds me wherever it can. And every time \u2014 I simply open the door.<\/p>\n\n\n\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I don\u2019t always know what has driven me through life and work. 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<\/figure>\n<\/figure>\n\n\n\nPASSION AND DRIVING FORCE<\/strong><\/h4>\n\n\n\n
MOMENTUM AND INTENSITY<\/strong><\/h4>\n\n\n\n
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<\/figure>\n<\/figure>\n\n\n\nInspiration in a shop, on the street, in front of a window<\/strong><\/h4>\n\n\n\n
Inspiration in the car \u2014 when I stop because life calls<\/strong><\/h4>\n\n\n\n
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<\/figure>\n<\/figure>\n\n\n\nHow one girl set a chain reaction in motion<\/strong>
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Nothing is accidental. I always say \u2014 inspiration finds you when you\u2019re open to receiving it.<\/p>\n\n\n\nWhen passion takes over<\/strong><\/h4>\n\n\n\n
<\/figure>\n<\/div>\n\n\nWhat truly drives me<\/strong><\/h4>\n\n\n\n