film reels

i. flashback



vivid vancouver. its lungs are colored blue and green, coated with a campfire texture to thrive in winter chill. “chill out!”, its breath exclaims, for the hallmark of a real vancouverite is an oh-so-mellow glow. rainclouds are born here with a sugary smile, each drizzle a sprinkle of good fortune. mountainscapes invite a never-ending hug, their persuasive posture making it hard to resist. each shoreline is a breeding ground for both tender connection and directed action. hop aboard the kayak of knowledge, offering fertile lessons only possible by wildlife. a wild life, indeed. look closely and see, vancouver is a nursery of diversity. a mosaic of family fusions, a melting pot of distant homes. home here feels decadent, delicious, delicate — an immigrant’s paradise. one whiff of west coast spirit is all it takes to make you dream. 



ii. wide shot 

idyllic istanbul. castlelike cobblestone links into labyrinthine lanes, each step caressing centuries of past conquests, each slope screaming “choose your own adventure!”. swell with the sea, where the primordial Bosphorus reigns as both protector and princess, armed with the stability of pine and the certainty of spring. the expanse conspires to steal your breath like an underbelly bandit, but joke’s on them — the air whirls infinite in the wake of warm words. the city’s core has the energy of an all-day disco; your senses cobble together in high staccato. perhaps the most beautiful accessory is the urban forest of street cats, forming the topsoil of turkish tradition. when aristocrats mutate into aristocats, an Animorphs allusion, chock-full of reincarnated Ottoman organs, firmly supplanted as unspoken royalty.   





iii. close up



bohemian brooklyn. the city isn’t built for floods, but it’s constantly flooded by artistic fervor. a fever dream for budding hipsters and quirky caterpillars alike. graffiti embedded in its DNA, a crayolafication of countless cultures that pump creativity through every concrete capillary. catalog every ounce of inspiration into a gritty, grungy collage; immortalize the sensations that can only be lived once, as main character moments. the borough’s affinity to change means it outgrows itself relentlessly, forcing you to keep up with the wave. surf through subways long enough and notice what others neglect; sanctuaries of slowness and mausoleums of mindfulness, hidden in the blur of forced acceleration. people proclaim love and hate for Kings County in many fashions, but no matter how you dress here you are King.