Behind the Feed...

Hi,

If I’m honest, I haven’t quite figured out how I feel about anything yet.

Being here, in New York, is a lot. It’s exciting, overstimulating, fast, chaotic, full of possibilities and also kind of lonely in this strange, independent way. And I like that. I like that I’m not fully settled. I like that I’m still observing.

There’s something about being new somewhere that forces you to hold up a mirror. You notice everything about yourself. Your routines, your cravings, the things you cling to for comfort. Your clothes. The way you walk down the street.You start asking different questions—not just who am I here? but who do I want to be in a city where everyone moves like they know exactly who they are.

Maybe they do. Or maybe it’s just New York confidence.

I’m not lost. I’m just in between. And in between is uncomfortable, but also kind of exciting.

That’s why I wanted a space like this. Not another platform, not another performance. Just somewhere I can think in real time. Somewhere I don’t have to care if it’s optimized, or if the photos I posted tells a story. Instagram is where I show you what things look like. This is where I show you what they feel like.

I’ll write more about adjusting. About how I’m dressing differently here, how the energy is pushing me and messing with me at the same time. About the pressure to stay visible and the days I don’t want to be seen at all. About everything I’m unlearning, and what I’m still holding onto.

Some posts will be short. Some won’t. Some will be about work, fashion, focus, burnout, beauty, love, food, boredom, ambition, starting over. Whatever’s real that week.

Not everything will be polished, but it’ll be honest.

Thanks for being here.
Ivona