Her name is Nuvia Magdahi. She is hispanic and italian- although, in a crowd of multiple asians she could camouflage; thanks to her small eyes. She carries around a big heart, filled with multiple passionate elements. Elements hidden in between the lines of her unique name provoking a touch of mystery. The blood floating through her veins is cluttered with determination, love and compassion. She prefers rainy, cloudy days over sunny ones. The sound of rain drops splashing on her window is only an invitation to a peaceful inner her.
She much rather live in the middle of nowhere, surrounded with the earthy natural colors, with innocent horizons and harmless nature. Where she can breath the non contaminated air; the clean fresh oxygen to feed her fragile lungs. To feel the warm breeze wrapping around her entire body and inhaling the unique scent of wet dirt- with the freedom of taking long walks, maybe coming a cross an aimless lady bug that will accompany her to hike the highest mountain. yes, where the tall green trees live and the clear blue waterfalls play, gently, a beautiful song.
Perhaps in her last life time she was some type of living thing with black and white stripes, chasing butterflies, strolling through the fall’s yellow grass, eating her favorite meal of the day; flowers. Free of worries and stressful responsibilities….. perhaps….perhaps.
Having the passion for fashion that she does she decided to major in Fashion Marketing. She is currently Phoenix Fashion Week's Stylist,a photographer, a designer and stylist at heart. To say the least she's fascinated to the world of creativity, leaving behind a touch of style every where she goes.
-Nuvia Magdahi
To laugh often and much; to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children; to earn the appreciation of honest critics and to endure the betrayal of false friends. To appreciate beauty; to find the best in others; to leave the world a bit better whether by a healthy child, a garden patch, or a redeemed social condition; to know that even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded.
"Either write something worth reading or do something worth writing. " -Benjamin Franklin.
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