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Everyone’s been obsessed with my bangs—always asking when I’ll bring them back, like it’s some kind of comeback act. Truth is, I only did them back in my Élite phase, and sometimes? They weren’t even real—just a clip-on trick to play it cool. But today… will the scissors finally meet fate? Who knows. In this heatwave state, I’d rather melt into a bathtub escape, soaking in stillness while my favorite show plays late. Let the world wonder, let the summer blaze—this girl's choosing calm over craze.
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Spent the afternoon slipping quietly through New York’s rhythm—just me, my reflection, and a city that never pauses. From glassy corners to tourist stalls, everything felt a little loud, a little tender. There’s something grounding about being alone in a place that never really belongs to anyone. I come from Madrid, where warmth clings to the streets, but today I let the cold pulse of this city guide me. Wandering without a map, collecting little pieces of stillness in a world that never really stops moving.
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Over the course of the Israel-Hamas war, aid groups have warned of impending famine for Gaza’s more than two million people, and the enclave’s most vulnerable civilians — the young, the old and the sick — are bearing the brunt. A third of the population has not eaten for multiple days in a row, the UN’s World Food Program said this week.

“There is no one in Gaza now outside the scope of famine, not even myself,” said Dr. Ahmed al-Farra, who leads the pediatric ward at Nasser Hospital in southern Gaza. “I am speaking to you as a health official, but I, too, am searching for flour to feed my family.” He also said that the number of children dying of malnutrition had risen sharply in recent days.

Visuals by @saher_alghorra

🔗 nytimes