Anouska Banerjee is… different. She’s an imaginative and thorough thinker in her own right in a rather degenerated world, but she rarely bothers to make an appearance to submerge with the lost crowd.
She radiates mystery.
Her wardrobe is black more often than not, like the rest of her versatile collection, reads less like a fashion statement than a warning. And for those who don’t heed it, there’s a cutter in her pocket. Only her eyes, all but drawn in heavy black make-up, hint at the strength and vulnerability inside.
No matter – no one ever gets close enough or is invited to notice. Since the second half of her 24th year of existence, her life has taken an unexpected turn..
*A short excerpt I wrote on seeing myself as I really am