My name is Amily.. Amsterdam hasn't just been a place on a map; it's become the canvas for my new life. By day, I'm a design student, cycling past grachten with a head full of typography and texture, my fingers perpetually stained with ink or charcoal. I’m learning to see beauty in the chaotic layering of city posters and the perfect, minimalist lines of a bridge
Fantasy: It’s in those moments I think about being completely unwound. About someone who sees the composed, studious exterior and is curious enough to discover the chaos of ideas and feeling underneath. It’s the thought of a strong, deliberate hand gently brushing.