In the city where it’s always summer, the unflinching sun and the towering palms become her second best accessories. Poise remains the first, to be worn on one’s sleeve at all times. She is Mika.

In the city where the mornings luxuriate and the nights brim with potential, it's only to be expected that the days blur into one long, indistinguishable, yet fortuitous memory. The feel of being wrapped in that bright haze to be repeated again and again. One wherein the spotlight shines only on her and the mystique of her presence.

The rain may be freedom of another kind, but the heat gives her purpose. She’s effortless, timeless. She stretches out by a crisp body of water, a tall glass of something refreshing collecting condensation to her side. She’s reading Babitz or Didion, naturally, culling inspiration from her surroundings before she moves on to the next vision. The world is hers to dream—there’s little room for pause and far too much to experience in too little time.

This woman dresses only for herself. Her personal wardrobe spans decades and designers, shapeshifting to fit her mood alone. She’s Hollywood Hepburn on the way to the morning meeting, and Pretty Woman Roberts going out at dusk. She knows her worth and wears herself as such. This woman is you, and you are her. And it's in those moments, and in all of the minutiae of daily existence in between, that the magic catches up. When the small joys reveal themselves. The formation of boxes outside the warehouse, the way the light hits the fence at sunset, the smile of the man watering his flowers across the street.

Our path may not change, but we do. Every day comes with a new desire, and with each comes evolution. She, and you, and we are forever evolving.

To experience the world unencumbered, and live each day for ourselves is enchanting. It is unfettered joy and it is ours to hold.

Written By Lusi Lukova