ORTAM

Night in Istanbul feels like a big party on wheels: the streets rustle with trainers, pockets beat to the rhythm, and the air is filled with a mixture of pistachios, petrol and someone's loud jokes. Voices seem to whisper, ‘We are here, we are on our own wavelength,’ and in this whisper there is a confidence that sounds louder than any advertising slogan.

Words jump like sparks from a garland: a little bragging, a little irony, and a warm affection for those around you - even if all you have nearby is a phone with geolocation. No glossy fakeness - just the street code, AirMax on your feet, and the heat that gives birth to a sense of belonging.