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✨ Lind Duraku has the Pop Sonality!

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  ✍🏻 @linduraku has the Pop Sonality!  ✨ Who are you? Well, that’s a deep question. Formally, I’m a writer and performer from Kosovo. But when the question came up, I caught myself pausing—really pausing—and thinking, wait: who am I, beyond the roles and titles? I feel like I’m standing on a bridge, one foot in the person I used to be, the other reaching toward the person I want to become. And in that space between, there’s both uncertainty and possibility. It’s where I’m constantly shifting, learning, unlearning, and slowly shaping the version of myself I’ve yet to fully meet. ✨ What do you do? I write and write and write and write. Burn most of it. Some of my words have never been read. Sometimes I’m an open book. I scream. I survive. Day by day. ✨ Inspiration: Daily life. The moment I wake up, something happens. Sometimes I feel this urge to write about how random and annoying this world can be. Other times, it’s softer—like the old man in a coffee shop, sipping his c...

✨ Justine Georget has the Pop Sonality!

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  ✨ @justine_oxalis   has the Pop Sonality!  ✨ Pop Sonality: How do you feel when you see a great find for a photo? How does it make you feel to see what you know is a good motif for a photograph?  ✨ Justine Georget: “When I encounter a scene with undeniable photographic energy, it strikes like a quiet jolt.When I press the shutter, I make a spontaneous visual decision based on an impulse, a resonance; it is not a rational thought process. I'the faces of the people I photograph are never truly foreign to me. They always reflect essential elements of myself: my personal discomfort, my doubts, and my own anxieties. However, they never fully express them. They merely touch upon them. Everything ultimately remains quite mysterious.m instinctively drawn in my breath catches, time slows. When the shutter clicks, the act is sudden and disarming, almost startling. My thoughts fall away, leaving only what’s vital. My heart races, sounds blur, and time suspends. Photography im...