Mini Kelly in the color "Etoupe" — because I don't like loud logos. I prefer it when things are whispered rather than shouted. Cartier earrings — preferably vintage. The new ones are beautiful, but I love jewelry from the past. As men, they are mysterious, mature, and experienced. 👠 Manolo Blahnik shoes are the same ones as Carrie's. Weekend in Como - with a villa, personal chef and without Wi-Fi. So that no ex could get through. A perfume that can't be bought at Sephora. I need a scent that finds you before I enter the room. Something with notes of leather, smoke and danger. Vertu phone is absolutely useless, but damn beautiful. Like most of my flirtations. ✈️ Business class ticket to New York - just because I'm tired of Paris. And from people who drink cheap prosecco and call it "champagne." 🖼️ A small painting by an unknown but brilliant artist. I want it to be hung in the bedroom. Next to a mirror that reflects only me.

My hobbies are not about "how to spend time", it's about "how to feel life". – I shoot on film because I appreciate imperfection. Clear shots are boring. – I play the piano. Not for the public. Only when I feel too much and words can't handle it. "I'm dancing." In the elevator, in the shower, in the kitchen, sometimes right in the middle of the street. If the correct song is playing. – I love books that make my head feel quiet afterwards. There are also quotes that you want to whisper in someone's ear.

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I'm 18. I'm originally from Prague, but to be honest, I don't feel like "just a girl from Prague." I'm like the rain in July: a little unexpected, a little cool, but necessary. Especially for those who have forgotten how to breathe easily. I can show up without warning and stay in my thoughts, even if I've already disappeared. I love silence—not the kind that's awkward, but the kind where it's comfortable to be yourself. I'm not afraid of loneliness, because I often meet my real self in it. I listen to music too often instead of talking — unlike people, she never lies. They say different things about me. That I can be beautifully silent. That I have a look like “you've already fallen in love, but she hasn't yet.” That I'm warm but dangerous: because you can want more. And I didn't notice how I got involved.

Sometimes it feels like I'm living in a movie. Not a comedy, not a drama — rather, in an old French movie, where the heroine has a little disheveled hair, a slight glance to the side and so much understatement that I want to include another scene. I'm not someone who's easy to read. Rather, she is the one whose last page you want to turn slowly. I know how to be light. And I can be complicated. It depends on who is nearby. I love flirting without having to undress. Sometimes an eye, a pause, a half-word is enough. Silence is also a language. Especially between those who feel. I'm Caroline. I'm not the one to look for. — I'm the one who gets found by accident. And they don't forget.