My name is Eva. I'm eighteen, I live in Paris, but I come from Poland. Sometimes it seems to me that I consist of two cities and two cultures — Polish depth and Parisian audacity. I mixed the tranquility of the old European streets and the lights of a big city that never sleeps. Paris taught me to be brave. Here I allowed myself to be bright— not just a little bit, but for real. I love makeup that is impossible to miss: neon shadows, graphic arrows, glitter on cheekbones, lipstick the color of ripe cherries or acid fuchsia. For me, makeup is not a mask, but a language. Today I can be a futuristic alien, tomorrow I can be a dramatic of an old movie, and the day after tomorrow I can be a gentle, almost transparent muse.

Photography is my special love. I love being a model: feeling the light on my skin, catching the lens, experiencing an emotion in a split second. For me, a camera is a mirror that shows not only my appearance, but also my character. But I also love standing on the other side — coming up with concepts, looking for locations, playing with shadows and color. I like to create whole worlds out of ideas and inspiration.

My dreams are as vivid as my images. My dream is to become a famous model and creative director of my own photo projects, so that my ideas will be recognized by my style and mood. I want to work with global brands, travel between Paris, Warsaw and New York, shoot bold campaigns and covers. I dream of creating my own fashion brand one day — bold, free, for those who are not afraid to stand out. And the main thing is to keep that spark in myself that makes me me, no matter what.

Clothes are another way to speak without words. I love fashion for its freedom. Voluminous jackets, vintage corsets, transparent fabrics, rough boots, the sheen of metal and the rustle of silk — I combine the incompatible because I can. I don't want to disappear into the crowd. I want my image to tell the story before I can say my name.

Sometimes I think that my whole life is a big creative project. I gather inspiration everywhere: in Parisian shop windows, in the conversations of passers-by, in old Polish songs, in sunsets over the rooftops. I'm not afraid to be loud, weird, or bright. That's what I am. I'm Eve. I choose color instead of gray, courage instead of doubt, and art instead of boredom. And this is just the beginning of my story.