Clouds of New York
A figure in a rain-slicked coat moves through the mirrored pavements of New York—a city that swallows identity and spits it back out, stylized. In Clouds of New York, she is both muse and myth, her silhouette framed by steam vents, blurred lights, and urban hush. Her coat is not protection, but armor, shielding a soul shaped by sirens and skyscrapers. This image doesn’t capture weather—it captures the temperament of a city that weeps and wonders in the same breath.