In Amelia, Gabrielle Malak captures a portrait that blooms from the soul of Budapest, a city where history dances with poetry and rebellion hides behind elegance. With eyes the shade of late-autumn Danube and a posture poised like a Liszt nocturne, Amelia is grace with quiet intent.
She wears a midnight blue beret, the hue of river mist before dawn. Surrounded by an explosion of florals, as though her thoughts have taken root and bloomed around her. Each petal in the background bursts in defiance of grey, much like Budapest itself: bold, timeless, feminine.
