I really want to become a professional model. For me, the fashion industry is not just about beautiful things or perfect makeup. Fashion is a visual art, a way to tell the world your story without saying a word. I love watching how fabric comes to life in motion, how light highlights the lines of clothing, and how design thought changes our perception of space. In this regard, Paris is the absolute epicenter of tectonic shifts in the fashion world. Here you literally breathe aesthetics: from the strict geometry of the Louvre to the casual, but so attractive style of ordinary Parisian women in the subway. Every day I learn to notice these details, develop my eyesight and believe that one day I will be able to confidently walk along the main catwalks of this fashionable capital.

And when I need to reboot, slow down and vent my accumulated emotions, I start singing. Music is my second outlet. Vocals help me express things that are difficult to put into simple phrases. In Paris, my singing acquired a special charm. I really like to walk along the Seine embankment on warm evenings and quietly hum my favorite jazz or indie tunes. Under the arches of the ancient bridges, the acoustics are simply incredible, and it seems as if the city itself is singing along to me.

My studies here are a big chapter in their own right. I enrolled at the University of Paris in the Faculty of Art History and Visual Communications. It was a conscious decision: I am convinced that a good model should be intellectually developed and deep. During the lectures, we analyze everything from anatomy in Renaissance sculptures to conceptual performances of the late twentieth century. And to be honest, it helps me tremendously in modeling! When you understand how the artists of the past centuries worked with light and shadow, how they arranged the poses of their muses, you begin to feel your body in front of the camera in a completely different way. At photo shoots, I no longer just pose — I create an image, tell a story through a tilt of my head, a glance or a bend of my arms.

Hi! My name is Ariana. If someone had told me a year ago that I would wake up to the soft chime of Parisian attics, drink my morning coffee with a view of tiled roofs and rush to lectures along narrow cobbled streets, I probably would have laughed. But today it's my reality. I moved to Paris, a city that tests your strength every second and at the same time gives you tons of inspiration. I came here to study, to discover new horizons and, most importantly, to come to grips with the realization of my biggest, cherished and ambitious dream.

At the same time, my life is made up of seemingly amazing opposites. The pampered fashion industry in me surprisingly gets along with a tough, dynamic and gambling sport — I adore volleyball. I'm a completely different person on the set. There is no room for long thoughts or fragility. Volleyball is about pure speed, powerful jumps, slashing shots over the net and frenzied team energy. This sport has taught me iron discipline, endurance, and the ability to make instant decisions in stressful situations. In the modeling business, where auditions require tremendous psychological fortitude and the competition is incredibly high, my athletic nature and the habit of fighting for every ball until the final whistle is my main secret weapon.