YEAR

[2023]

CATEGORY

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CLIENT

[Urban Co.]

TONGA, MOOREA, FAKARAVA, BORA BORA | FRENCH POLINESIA

We chased the current across the South Pacific, diving into a dream stitched together by islands and endless blue. In the heart of whale migration season, I swam alongside mothers and calves, surrounded by silence and grace. Fakarava’s walls of sharks, the elegance of manta rays, the slow rhythm of Moorea, the postcard perfection of Bora Bora — every island felt untouched, raw, and deeply sacred. This wasn’t luxury. This was truth. And somewhere between the islands, I left a piece of my soul in the water.

French Polinesia

French Polinesia

TONGA, MOOREA, FAKARAVA, BORA BORA | FRENCH POLINESIA

We chased the current across the South Pacific, diving into a dream stitched together by islands and endless blue. In the heart of whale migration season, I swam alongside mothers and calves, surrounded by silence and grace. Fakarava’s walls of sharks, the elegance of manta rays, the slow rhythm of Moorea, the postcard perfection of Bora Bora — every island felt untouched, raw, and deeply sacred. This wasn’t luxury. This was truth. And somewhere between the islands, I left a piece of my soul in the water.

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We chased the current across the South Pacific, diving into a dream stitched together by islands and endless blue. In the heart of whale migration season, I swam alongside mothers and calves, surrounded by silence and grace. Fakarava’s walls of sharks, the elegance of manta rays, the slow rhythm of Moorea, the postcard perfection of Bora Bora — every island felt untouched, raw, and deeply sacred. This wasn’t luxury. This was truth. And somewhere between the islands, I left a piece of my soul in the water.

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