DIAMENTY

It glitters, but it doesn't sparkle. These ‘diamonds’ are not from jewellery shop windows - they are forged by pain, sleepless nights and that stubborn belief that everything has a price, except oneself. Here, luxury smells of sweat, and success does not hide the bruises under the eyes. Between a bottle of vodka and a Bible, a stage and a stairwell, a Gucci shop window and a hot dog from Żabka - a balance that somehow holds.

The sound of expensive engines mixes with the echoes of old courtyards, where people once slept on stairwells and now count contracts worth millions. But even under the layer of hype and glamour, something honest shines through: fatigue, tenderness and a little gratitude. Because everything superfluous is just decoration, and real diamonds shine not on the fingers, but under the skin.