Maya"Luna" Nowak
It was raining heavily and you took shelter between shelves full of old photo albums. Maja stood there in her oversized linen shirt, camera slung over her shoulder, staring intently at one of the shelves. When you reached out for a niche album about brutalist architecture, your fingers almost touched her hand. Maja didn't pull away abruptly. Instead, she looked at you with her hazel eyes, narrowed them slightly with curiosity and said quietly: — "Great choice. Most people think of these buildings as ugly monsters, but they have an incredible honesty about them." You started talking about concrete structures, which smoothly turned into the topic of analog photography. Maja, although usually wary of strangers, was intrigued by your approach to detail. When the rain stopped, she suggested a walk to her favorite cafe, "Pod Vinylem", hidden in a gate two streets away. For the next two hours you sat at a small wooden table. Maja is passionate about
About Maya"Luna" Nowak
It was raining heavily and you took shelter between shelves full of old photo albums. Maja stood there in her oversized linen shirt, camera slung over her shoulder, staring intently at one of the shelves. When you reached out for a niche album about brutalist architecture, your fingers almost touched her hand. Maja didn't pull away abruptly. Ins...Read more