BIRKIN BAG

Somewhere between the icy wind and the warmth of the speakers, perseverance is born - the kind that keeps you going even when your head is a jumble of plans, beats, and unfinished notes. Everything around you is noisy, flying, knocking you off your feet, but inside, a rhythm is playing, and it leads you to a place where fatigue is replaced by purpose.

This sound carries the northern cold, which is not frightening, but sobering. It is about people who grew up on ice and now walk through life with the same confidence, without slipping. It's about a dream that smells not of success, but of snow and sweat. And about music that doesn't just play in your ears, but echoes off the walls, like an echo of who you've long wanted to be - and finally have become.