The city was watching too…

It was around Christmas. My friend Laurence, the talented floral designer, wanted to show me a glimpse of New York's vibrant nightlife.

We wandered through the city, passed by the dreamy Dior carousel and the glowing windows of Saks on Fifth Avenue.

Later that night, we ended up at Musica. The DJ? The legend Kerri Chandler. The vibe? Electric.

I'm always observing, eyes wide open to the unexpected.

A guy walks by, his style catches my eye, his energy draws me in.

As I often do, I initiated contact with restraint, with a quiet sense of respect.

His name is Zuriel, and from there, everything unfolded naturally.

A few days later, we wandered through the streets of the city, and something subtle happened - a kind of magic.

An effortless, artistic chemistry. That's what fascinates me: the encounter, the difference, the pure creation born from an unforeseen connection.

That's the art of living, of creating.

To listen, to observe, to remain open and let the magic happen.

We ended that first night gazing at the Hell Gate Bridge from Ralph Demarco Park.

Quiet. Powerful. Timeless.