Camera, action!
And there you are — a glamorous woman standing by the massive door of your home in the respectable district of Pera.
Your family has lived here for generations, so wealth is not a statement for you — it is simply your natural environment.
An unusually warm December day makes you close your eyes for a blissful moment in the sun.
You casually wrap your black coat around yourself, idly glance into an antique shop, and step through a narrow street onto Istiklal, overflowing with people.
With a distant, unfocused gaze, you cross the crowd swiftly and slip into quiet Cihangir.
Stopping to stroke a cat — unlike people, they always manage to catch your attention.
For a minute, you pause beneath a house covered in ivy — the light pouring down from above makes the place feel like an enchanted forest.
The swift blue twilight of December —
and suddenly the last rays of sunlight cling to the wall like gold, freezing for a brief moment in your hair.
Car headlights make you turn abruptly — what if?
But no. Just a passing thought.
You toss back your coffee in a quick sip and bring red lipstick to your lips.
Stop, Cut!
