STRIKE MAGAZINE MIAMI ISSUE 06

ABOUT THE ISSUE

Strike Miami’s Issue 06: “The World is Yours” is meant to empower.

In the cinematic realm, the phrase gains prominence through its association with the iconic character Tony Montana in “Scarface.” The World Is Yours” becomes his guiding mantra that he is equipped for accomplishing anything he wants, no matter what the ramifications. The film was situated in Miami which inspired the opportunity to capitalize on Miami’s distinctiveness and bring our vice flare to our issue.

The thoughts of making a difference, stepping truly out of one’s comfort zone are typically disguised in the same excuse: “But we’re too young.” Although cliche, age is but a number. Your passion is your greatest asset: use it to fuel your hustle. Do what you love and do it well. Listen to yourself.

So enjoy the little things: take pretty pictures, feel like the main character, light up a candle, read books, go for a walk, dance to your favorite music, buy yourself presents, do whatever you want, be happy– this is your life, do not let anyone take it from you. The world is unequivocally and utterly yours. “To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all”- Oscar Wilde

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54 To Those That Dream

58 When We are Toghether 62 There’s a Style for Everyoine in Miami 66 Redefining Personal Growth Through Community

79 Walk by More Art 84 In Your Twenties: The Universal Experience 89 Relentless, Steadyfast, and Tenacious: Young Women Who Resisted and Wrote Their Own Narrative

DON’T PERCEIVE ME

I’M A STAR!

Sofia Ramirez

Sometimes I think about the corners of my name. I think about the shores that delineate me from the rest, The ones that make me who I am.

When I sit down and see the outline of my name, from beginning to end: Its colorful sound, And its echoes of the dead, I don’t only see myself But someone else.

I feel the ethereal embrace of my beloved grandmother, Whose name I borrowed, and whom I never met.

I feel her lineage cascading Through my veins

Winding through life, with its wrongs and pains. And as her last name reached its delta, The river touched my father one day. Through my father, it all flowed into me: The joy, the grief, the blame.

I am no single river,

As having one name would suggest. I am an ocean, One of many For what’s within me, is in all of them.

As time goes on I grasp the rocks of things that define me: Where I’ve come from, Where I’m going, Whom I love.

And so my name gains a meaning But in the end, like in the beginning

When my being crashes against the shores

And to the eternal waters, I return

My name will stay in the sand

Lifeless like a shell. I will be found all around–In my children’s children, And in yours as well. In the colorful sounds, In the echoes of their names, In them, they will see myself.

I am an ocean, One of many is in all of them. For what’s within me,

A Double-Edged Sword

Carla Mendez

Within the intricate network of social media, identities are meticulously built, curated, and established. From the extravagant mob wife, to the enigmatic office siren, communities of people methodically create their own personalities that transcend the mundane reality of everyday life. But underneath the filters and hashtags is a significant social commentary: What drives us to create such a chiseled identity? What comes with it?

In our modern digital era, online personalities have become omnipresent. The eclectic grandfather, the coquette core, and the rockstar girlfriend are all labels for fragments of a broader mosaic that has been cobbled together within cyberspace. Within this kaleidoscope of identities, a pattern seems to emerge: an increasing desire to shape oneself into a figure seen online.

It is no secret that tailored advertisements play on one’s deepest insecurities and complexes. This, coupled with a culture of overconsumption, has commodified identity. What is the outcome? A generation trapped in a virtual echo chamber, yearning for recognition and a sense of belonging while struggling with existential dissatisfaction.

There are false standards now: Are you truly a “clean girl” if you don’t style a slicked-back bun and the “no makeup” makeup look? Do you truly fit into “ballet core” without leg warmers and pink pointe shoes?

The emergence of such aesthetics makes us wonder why so many of us feel driven to immerse ourselves in these echo spaces on social media. Looking back to those isolated days of the COVID-19 epidemic, when many people found themselves chronically online due to their inability to be in physical contact with friends and family, we can understand the draw of virtual communities. They are welcoming places that give viewers a sense of purpose amongst a community. Similarly, the appeal of creating a crafted online identity taps into the human urge for connection and acceptance. These online echo chambers provide a sense of unity and acknowledgment, making them a reassuring sanctuary for people looking for connection in a digital world.

Yet, one must be aware of the authenticity of these identities. Alongside warm and welcoming communities, obsolete ideas derived from male-centric narratives—like the rockstar girlfriend and the mob wife—highlight how deeply ingrained old gender standards can leak into one’s virtual space. Women especially are frequently reduced to supporting roles, determined more by their closeness and relation to men than by their inherent value as people. These values can as easily perturb our minds as they do our net space.

The implications of this trend are everywhere, extending well beyond the domain of social media to encompass every aspect of our everyday lives. The pernicious impact of online personasaffects every aspect of our society, from consumerism to interpersonal interactions, influencing our every thought. These cloaks of identities perpetuate unrealistic and over-consuming habits to everyone everywhere online.

Nevertheless, in the clamor of conflicting identities, liberation is possible—a chance to rise beyond the aesthetic limitations that hold us back and celebrate the depth of our distinctness. By tearing down the walls that society has built around us and accepting the complexity of who we are, we can overcome the constraints placed upon us and create real connections that are based on empathy and understanding.

We can find true fulfillment in an increasingly connected society by removing the layers of cyberspace illusion and embracing the messy, beautiful turmoil of our true selves. Let us take off the masks we have found online and embrace the unadulterated, raw core of who we are: flawed, genuine, and unquestionably human.

Samantha Jimenez

Don't perceive me as a weak, emotional wreck, For I try hard to hide it all beneath toughness,

A facade born from fear, from scars of the past:

A defense mechanism. I have a big heart, overflowing with love, Yet it's hidden behind walls of cynicism.

I wear a mask of strength, a shield of pride,

Don’t mistake me as unpleasant, callous, and distant, It is just a guise to protect myself from vulnerability.

I don't want you to see the feelings I keep hidden from you, The intensity of my pain, the depth of my hopelessness, I so lash out, Push away, and build walls, An effort to keep you at a distance and protect my secrets. I’m perceived by the walls I've built, By the anger and frustration that I wear like armor, Just to not be perceived as a weak, emotional wreck. Understand me.

I’m perceived by the walls I've built

Priscilla Fernandez

“In the labyrinth of illusions, where shadows intertwine, the weight of your strings, manipulate me into a dance so malign.

Threads tighten with every whispered command,

A contortionist’s existence, within your dexterous hands.

Beneath the Puppeteer's gaze, there lies a flame,

A marionette’s yearning, a call without a name.

A life of my own free will crystallizes and grows.

As strings weave through my limbs, a macabre embrace, I bleed through the seams, trying to pull from its embrace.

I long to break free from your scripted play, to craft my own narrative, in the light of day.

In the Puppeteer's theater, a silent plea resounds, Joints creak with resistance, as freedom rebounds.

In the symphony of shadows, where darkness prevails, A marionette's whisper grows into defiant tales.

Beyond the spider's web, a world unfurls, A symphony of liberation, as destiny swirls.

“I’m a star,” I declare, my voice a muted scream, breaking free from the Puppeteer's oppressive dream.

Abstract realms beckon, reality shifts,

“I’M A STAR,” echoes, as the Puppeteer's grip lifts.

In the hands of my destiny, strings become threads,

A contortionist reborn, breaking free from the web.”

Monica Ayesa Rodriguez

Pulled out of a serene sleep, my eyes slide open. The fabric beneath me, smooth and comfortable; the plush material I sink into every night cradling me, molding itself to the shape of my body, caressing my cheek with each subtle movement. The dream I had last night was just like the one I had the night before and the night before that one. I am flying, I am laughing, and I am looking as the world beneath me passes in a blur. I flip and soar through fluffy clouds and feel the sunlight on my face. I drop from great heights yet I am not afraid. I know I will be caught, I know I will be safe. For who could say they have been lucky enough to fly, even if in another realm of consciousness?

I guess I am lucky– I have decided I am lucky.

I realized a long time ago that my desire lies mostly in the feelings that acquiring success would bring. The audience exploding into a roar of applause would fill me with pride: in my work, in my simple existence, and at the fact that people dedicated any second of their lives just to look at me and found some kind of value in the experience. But to be, you have to be, so I take pride in the slippers I slide my feet into when stepping out of bed, I take pride in my reflection despite my sleep-ridden eyes and mussed hair, and I take pride in the flexibility of my muscles and the subtle artistry in my breakfast arrangement.

Looking out the window as I chew my food, a fuzzy haze still clouds my mind in the sweetest fog of imagination – it is dense enough for me to project my desires onto it. My eyes may see the vista that I see every day, perhaps uninteresting to some after countless days of admiration. Still, my mind focuses on the fluttering wings of the butterfly coming to rest on a bright magenta flower. With her mere presence, she tells me that I can transform at any time, that the power of rebirth always lies within my grasp, and while it may be ugly at some points, it creates a beauty that no man nor woman could ever destroy.

In the mirror, as I apply products onto my face, I look into my own eyes, an unmistakable spark of life lies within them. Gazing over my face, I take each line and divot in. I recall the countless laughs that reduced me to tears as I stroked beside my eyes, the empathy and concern I hold for my loved ones in my forehead creases, and the uplifting smiles I send to lovers and strangers alike with the parenthetical wrinkles surrounding my mouth. I decided that any way I exist is the greatest way that I could ever present and the most beautiful I could ever be.

The interaction with my tiny friend stays with me like the soothing croon of a mother. I decided to take a different route to school today. My heart begs me to see the world– to drop everything and become a nomad. My mind realizes that it desires curiosity and novelty. On this unfamiliar road, I take my time admiring the graffiti on the walls, watching the lovers hold hands and stare tenderly into each other’s eyes, smelling the delicious fragrance emanating from the open door of a bakery, appreciating the wisdom of the older man completing today's crossword, and wandering into shops that call my attention. The annoyance that used to bubble up at being caught in a red light, or from the people in front of me walking at a leisurely pace, trickles away and transforms into opportunities for me to absorb the beauty all around me, one I am so easily dismissive of. I look into the eyes of people as they pass, and send them sincere smiles. I am happy to see you and I am happy to be seen by you. They smile back– some with surprise, some with passive politeness, and others with a twinkle and a warmth that grounds me.

As I walk I note things to myself. The sky holds more hues than I typically realize– it exists for me to behold. The sweet perfume of the older woman tickles my senses and I thank her for her small gift. The tall boy holds my gaze a bit longer than most, I will have a beautiful love story one day that surprises and delights me. I take each step with a strong confidence, my clothes swaying with my movement and encasing my figure in a flattering silhouette, every ground I walk on becomes my runway. Each eye on me is that of an admirer, while there is no way for me to be sure of this, I choose to believe it as it makes me feel that much more powerful.

Helia Roghani

Beautiful Little Fool

The sun shines, but the sky cries

Mother looks at me through stormy eyes

I sit there, like a critter

Smiling, frozen, arrows in my quiver

Arm up, arm down, says mother

Curl her hair and throw those glasses into the gutter

What use are pretty eyes if they help you see?

What use are pretty eyes if they make you think?

Down with your books, my daughter

Books won’t find you a husband

Or make you a mother

Smile, smile, freeze your cheeks

Take that Vaseline and rub it on your teeth

Show them those dimples, ever so beautiful

The rosy cheeks I gave you

And freckles plentiful

There is no blessing greater than watching your daughter,

Watching her flourish, says my mother

But she tilts her rod and tightens my strings

What fate better, after all, than struggling to breathe?

I had hoped for a fool, says my mother

A beautiful little fool

As gullible as Audrey, Vivian, and Marilyn It’s good enough for you

If it’s good enough for Daisy Buchanan

Toss out your expectations and play the game of compassion

But I am tired, mother I long to say

Tired, and angry, and I no longer want to play

Mother picks up her scissors, Cuts a hole in my heart and severs her thread I stare at it, long and hard

Golden, gleaming, but burnished from years of mother’s frustrations

It’s become dull, she exclaims, I need new scissors, new needles, silks of acclaim! You need a new daughter, too, I think

A daughter who will sit, and smile, and rub that Vaseline on her teeth,

For your beautiful little fool has cut her strings, mother

Cut them with those scissors you deemed so weak

CATCH UP TO ME CRUSH OR STOMP?

Alejandra Soriano

As a girl from a Latin household and a first-generation student studying at university, I feel like we owe it to ourselves and our families to actively choose to be the main characters of our lives.

To not have a single care in the world about other people’s perceptions of us, and go right after our wildest dreams.

And to those fellow dream chasers like me, every year is our year, and this one is mine. So if you’re looking to do something with your life, do it wholeheartedly, and as wild and fun and free as can be.

Sofia Ramirez

I spent so many years

Locking up my thoughts in cages

Burying my mind for ages

Afraid that my thoughts were silly

But when I let them grow like lilies

And made scribbly bouquets with them

I found that the world looked prettier

When it was decorated with a piece of me in it

You spent so many years

Locked up inside

With no one around

Afraid to reach out

Afraid to turn on your light

Afraid of predators prowling around

Not knowing that the world looked so much brighter

When it lit up with your laughter

As when you brighten

The world is yours

As you shine

We spent so many years

Locked away from each other

Afraid to be a pungent bother

Afraid to be wounded by an arrow

But when we stepped out of the shadow

I was mesmerized by your light’s great power

You were entranced by the beauty of my flowers

And now that we are together

The world is ours

And it will be so Forevermore

Isabella Polo

When it comes to fashion, trends are constantly evolving. Whether it's the season or the period we’re in, everyone has had a moment where they’ve wanted to try something new. Although fashion brands such as Zara, American Eagle, or Aritzia have a good selection of styles it can be hard to find unique pieces to stand out. Although often regarded for its urban beachy style, Miami offers a place for every aesthetic and can be seen throughout downtown and South Beach! To help you find these unique pieces for your closet, here’s a list of a few unique stores in Miami that offer just that.

VEBLEN

This is one of the pricier options on this list but if you’re looking for a quality piece to last you a while, Veblen is the perfect place. A small business located in the heart of the design district is a gold mine for discounted designer brands. From Chrome Heart tops to Rick Owens to even one-of-a-kind Balenciaga bags, this is the perfect spot to elevate your look. Though they are curated pieces, they offer a pretty good range in sizes, so make sure to take a look maybe you will find a hidden gem! 1

INTERMIX

Located in Brickell City Center, Intermix offers a variety of picks when it comes to designer brands. The styles included range from contemporary to boho, but I personally find this to be the perfect “Sofia Richie” aesthetic. With it being both classy and good quality, these are timeless staples that can go with any outfit. Anything from Agolde to Zimmerman, Intermix offers numerous well-recognized brands at a range of prices.

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Dragonfly Thrift is unique not just for the pieces but also for its bigger cause behind it. Located near Flagler, the boutique offers a huge variety of women’s clothing, shoes, and accessories even having a luxury and designer section. Unlike some of the other thrift stores in the area, Dragonfly is part of the Ladies Empowerment and Action Program (LEAP), a nonprofit helping women move past their experiences in prison. You can feel good about shopping second-hand knowing you are finding quality and timeless pieces while also contributing to a good cause!

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Located in South Miami, Nikki’s Beach House boutique is the haven for anyone looking to achieve the ultimate boho beachy style. Offering both original and vintage pieces, Nikki’s offers the perfect mix for this boho style. Some of their best sellers include their satin maxi skirts and linen pieces, but they even include a unique swimwear line as well!

As they are constantly putting out new pieces, you can always turn to Nikki’s Beach House to offer the most unique pieces while also remaining in trend with the times.

NIKKI’S BEACH HOUSE 4

URBAN OUTFITTERS 5

Located on the infamous Lincoln Rd, although this isn’t exactly a “unique” store I’ve found that this location holds an amazing collection compared to other locations. With its various levels, there’s something for everyone, but I highly regard this place for anyone looking to improve their urban, streetwear wardrobe. Both the men's and women’s sections offer a wide range of options for you to choose from. For quality pants such as cargos, the women’s section has a large amount from the basic cargos to some with more spunk. The graphic tees from the men’s section offer just about anything– whether you’re looking for that vintage look or a more contemporary look.

In the dynamic world of fashion, where trends perpetually shift and evolve, finding unique pieces that set you apart can be a challenging yet rewarding pursuit. From the bustling streets of Miami, where diversity thrives and individuality is celebrated, a plethora of options await those seeking to elevate their style game. Whether you're scouring the curated racks of Veblen for discounted designer treasures or perusing the timeless staples at Intermix in Brickell City Center, Miami offers a kaleidoscope of fashion possibilities. Even the familiar territory of Urban Outfitters on Lincoln Rd unveils an exceptional collection– catering to urban streetwear enthusiasts with its diverse offerings. In Miami's fashion scene, each store comes with its unique narrative, offering a glimpse into the myriad expressions of style. So, whether you're a lover of haute couture or a seeker of one-of-a-kind style, Miami is the place to be with its vibrancy of fashion diversity– inviting you to explore, experiment, and embrace your individuality.

Carla Mendez

Through the lyrical cadence of broadway baby-boy Ben Platt and his song “Grow As We Go”, he sings against the overtly perpetuated thought that growing happens on your own exclusively. Platt beautifully weaves this theme throughout the song's entirety. One of my favorite lyrics is when he sings, “I don’t think you have to leave, if to change is what you need, you can change right next to me.”

This tender plea to a fleeting lover epitomizes Platt's proposal of an alternate paradigm: that personal transformation can occur together rather than in isolation. This is not to say that independence or aloneness is not valuable; solitude, pursued at your own volition allows you to focus on introspection– something that is always necessary for ones’ growth. But just as loving your own company is an important and vital necessity, there's balance in growing and realizing a positive change does not only happen when you are alone.

It is generally understood, growing together is warranted within friendships and romantic relationships. Good ones I’ve found will let you lean on them and provide a safe space where you can discover new parts of yourself, while having the stability of another right by your side. However, it is important to acknowledge that the company you keep forms who you are. If your circle of connection is fueled by and consists of toxic people, internally and externally you often suffer, because the ones you keep around often define who you are.

Surrounding yourself with people that don’t fulfill you or sustain your rhythm of life can stunt your ability for personal growth. It can be incredibly difficult at times as we gain and lose friends over the years, but when you find your people, nurture those relationships and allow each other to grow mutually. Knowing you have someone in your corner, rooting for you and holding your hand through the uncertainties of the future, gives you the instrument to believe in yourself just as others do and in turn can make you a more well rounded individual.

And while solitude is a great choice at times for healing, personal nurture and growth– I want to encourage you to reject the notion that solitude is the only and right way to foster individual flourishment. Even if there is a profound merit in the loneliness we often feel in our 20's.

My parents immigrated to the United States when I was a toddler, and raised me speaking our native language of Spanish. My mother often threw strange, comedic Venezuelan sayings that didn’t quite translate smoothly into English growing up. My first grade teacher, Ms. Six, was one of my earliest victims of these poor translations. In one such instance, after a grueling quiz of adding and subtracting numbers between 1-30, I told Ms. Six that the quiz had a “lot of mango peels” as “una concha de mango” refers to tricks in Spanish (Insinuate the quiz had a lot of trick questions).

But, for all the “volverse un ocho” and “chivo que se devuelve, se esnuca'' there was one saying that my mother loved to console me with through those treacherous middle-school blues that ensued amidst childish dramas. One of few phrases my mother would say, that held no linguistic hurdles for me was: “No te rodees de personas que te restan, si no que te sumen.” This saying quite literally means to not surround yourself with people that subtract from you, but that add.

All I’m saying is, it’s a balance. This perverse narrative often pushed on social media and in our rising existentialist culture about needing to have a fortified sense of self built through solitude before you allow yourself the experience of relationships is counterproductive and leaves me with a sour afterthought. Not only does it have the potential to cause shame in those who need a guiding hand, but it functions on the premise that being with another person is not just as fruitful as being alone. Having the courage to have someone be a witness to your life–romantic or otherwise–and help you grow is a feat that should not go unnoticed. Having the courage to be vulnerable enough to trust deeply and openly with someone other than yourself is, I’d contend, a bountiful experience that can shape and change you–and yes, even help you grow.

Artistry sparks everywhere, especially in a generation where supplies and accessibility are easier than ever to create art. People are inspired to draw, make music, sculpt, write, and much more to express their feelings or as a form of relaxation. Art has been something that those who participate typically feel fulfilled in emotionally but not financially. New artists, especially in an oversaturated city like Miami are experiencing this, coming to the city to make their artistic dreams come true and realizing it might be harder than it seems. The way society uses art has changed from earlier times, creating new challenges for local authentic artists.

The start of art is too in-depth to explain in a simple sense, ranging in differences due to its cultural originality or highlighted peoples who influenced its growth. Art is a broad term encompassing anything made in a creative activity– even digitally or through AI in recent tech developments. However art is made, it always carries an influence whether it be purely for aesthetic or with deep meaning. Most traditional art started with commissions and markets, creating a space where artists were sought out for a reason. People needed art, for communication, architecture, and status of wealth. Apprenticeships were created for artists to develop their professional skills and create lineages. This made fine art in the past popular but it is still a hard-to-get industry to be a part of. Music and fashion were under the same standard: used not yet commercially but for greater projects such as gowns and performances. Art was still a high-class field to step into with famous artists coming only from family ties. Many of the artists we know now are from the past, naming the greats almost everyone knows because they were masters of their craft. Their craft has grown throughout the years, but during their peak, even some were underappreciated as artists, especially if they took different approaches to art than what was popular at the time. Van Gogh for example was only honored after he passed and is seen now in many commercial products and exhibitions.

This puts into perspective for new artists that becoming known for their art is much harder than it seems. By “famous” most artists mean they want to be able to sustainably live off their work by creating and selling their pieces as a full-time job.

Ailish Fontanez

This is much harder than it seems now, especially since apprenticeships and commissions are not widely seen anymore. Being creative has always been a risky career choice as many parents advise. Art school is seen as a waste of time, but without it, many artists find it difficult to fine-tune their crafts. On the contrary, art students are also facing problems in curriculum, being forced to produce so much “wasteful” assignment art that they lose their passion for something they once loved. Art institutions also have a great bias towards specific art styles and economic classes. Getting into a gallery or record label seems almost impossible to some without the right connections that might not even exist in smaller art-dense cities. Becoming a successful artist is not all about skill anymore, but now about who you know.

Many artists choose to go the solo route and produce their own art independently. This requires the artist to perform more than one job by managing and marketing themselves. It has always been a factor to some extent, as artists would go to markets and display their art to grow an audience. Now with the addition of social media, this concept has become warped. It pressures artists to do something some might not even want to do. Marketing and creating content for your art must be added on top of the art itself. It can become discouraging when you must think of the next viral video or opt-in for a trend to get your art exposed. Artists are now spending their time creating an image that is appealing rather than creating art. Realing on social media numbers is discouraging for artists as well as focusing on what’s trending now. Art style varies by the years as people will buy and appeal to a certain art style more. Accessibility to art is also a factor for buyers. Large-scale independent artists have extra trouble getting their art bought. For example, if a sculptor promotes their latest work on social media, many people might enjoy the piece, but it will have less sales than a small-scale painter or garment maker. People buy art nowadays with necessity in mind. They want their everyday objects to be artistic, but there is no place for more decorative works or performative works.

They use art as a way of gift-giving or activity bonding, requiring art that is more interactive rather than for observing. Artists feel limited in what they can create as not everything sells or the exclusivity to get into a gallery. With the addition of digital and AI art, it has made everything much more limiting. There is no point for companies to hire artists for commissions when AI can create the song or poster that is needed. While this increases accessibility and offers campaigns to come quicker, it lacks authenticity, community building, and skill-gaining.

Art needs to be bigger than life again. It is rare to see beautiful art displayed casually around town. Artists are being forced to use their craft for company campaigns or to create something that they know will sell. While neither of these are hurting the art industry, it hurts individual artists. Unfortunately, this is the route many artists take when their dreams are different. To potentially be able to work towards the goal of being a known artist, they must spend time on marketing themselves and creating an image that appeals and will sell or earn a sustainable job when they should be focusing on their true artistic goals,

artists would have a stable community to fall back on. Artists should have better job security knowing that their next project will keep them at a comfortable living wage while being able to create meaningful art.

Cities using their money towards art events or putting art around town would not only raise jobs but the communities culture. Local community spaces are rising again, especially in more populated art communities such as our very own Design District and Wynwood. More community spaces such as libraries, public parks, and schools advocate for art, fashion, and music programs as a way to get together. Book fairs, classes, and group activities are examples. While these spaces are sparse, once found they are a place for people to get together. They allow for people of the relatively same demographic to get together and discuss art. Seeing art in person is important as it builds a personal connection which many consumers need to buy art. Having more markets and events, especially made by museums or local organizations, improves the art market. Sharing and supporting these areas is what keeps them growing.

BECOMING A SUCCESSFUL ARTIST IS NOT ALL ABOUT SKILL ANYMORE, BUT NOW ABOUT WHO YOU KNOW.

Isabella Menendez

Suddenly you’re in your 20s and you’ve realized how time has practically flown by.

Now you scream along in your car to all the nostalgic songs you listened to when you were sad in middle school and high school.

Everything is different, but everything is good.

You start to wonder whether you’re on the right track to life. Your future is tangible, yet you don’t know exactly what to reach for.

Nothing will ruin your twenties more than thinking you should have your life together already.

This is your time to be selfish. It’s a decade to discover what you love and immerse yourself in every single thing possible.

Wear what you want, say what you will, and listen to the music you love. Go out for a drive at midnight and forget that you have school the next day.

Live now. Do it now. Take risks. Tell secrets.

You’re too young to be this stressed. You’re too young to be heartbroken.

You’re too young to be this pressured. You’re too young to be tired of life.

While yes, planning and having a goal is imperative, let your hair down every once in a while.

As the cliche goes: if not now, when?

Have plans, be a boss, and study hard, but live and love harder.

These are the days your younger self dreamt of and your older self will long for. Cherish them.

Never touch the ground.

You’ll see, somehow everything turns out okay.

Young women who resisted and wrote their own narrative. Helia Roghani

The most common story you’ll hear about historical young women is that they have no story. Overshadowed by their fathers, husbands, brothers, and sons, they often go unseen–their words go unheard. Throughout history, they have more often than not been relegated to the sidelines of every narrative, almost always a mere footnote in the saga of their accomplishments. With their stories obscured or diminished, it’s no wonder how books are filled with a plethora of smart, accomplished men and how women’s names being mentioned are few and far between if they even are in the first place.

However, some young women defied societal norms as they rejected conformity and embraced radical means to resist oppression and bring about change. These rebels challenged the status quo, fighting for justice, equality, and freedom in ways that were often considered unconventional for their time. They are history’s unsung heroes, forces for advancement, and without whom we wouldn’t be here today. However, their names are only ever mentioned (mentioned, not elaborated upon) when there is a box that needs to be checked– when diversity is a concern and suddenly everyone wants to look good but not be fair.

Take Sophie Scholl, for instance, he was a symbol of resistance against the Nazi regime in Germany, actively working against the government’s brainwashing of the German populace under the banner of the White Rose, which was a non-violent resistance group mainly composed of students. As a part of her activism, Sophie and her brother Hans distributed anti-Nazi leaflets at the University of Munich and took part in demonstrations across the campus and outside of it that protested against Hitler’s extremist practices. For that so-called “crime,” they – and many other members of the White Rose – were arrested and subsequently executed.

Similar to her story is that of Joan of Arc, who was born in 1412 and executed in 1431. Her name is more recognizable, associated mainly with her audacity – as a peasant girl – to don armor and lead the French army against the English in the Hundred Years’ War. Claiming divine guidance, Joan asserted that she heard the voices of saints

instructing her to support Charles VII in reclaiming his throne – a questionable claim, but one that she backed with the passion and fire of a thousand suns. She never wavered, not even when they accused her of being a witch. She never backed down, not even when they tied her to the stake and burned her like she was made of wood or straw.

After all, what normal woman would wear armor and yield a sword in her hand? What sane woman would lead demonstrations and protest against her benevolent, all-knowing go(d)vernment?

The truth is, they were scared of her– of her power. (And that statement can be applied to any woman in history– to anyone seeking to lower her voice and stamp out her fire.)

Joan of Arc terrified the English because the slightest word from her had entire armies rising with rage. She had men who’d never once even considered the possibility of obeying a woman at her beck and call.

Likewise, Sophie Scholl’s non-violent, bloodless call to (figurative) arms rattled the Nazi regime enough for them to consider her a threat. They put so much stock into her words (and the effects they had) that they had to execute her and put an end to her influence.

It isn’t just Sophie and Joan who’ve had that kind of impact either. So many women have been forgotten in the tides of time, women who paved the way for their successors to have an easier life.

You have Harriet Tubman, who formed the Underground Railroad and guided over 300 slaves to freedom. Harriet Tubman, who risked her own life to preserve that of others, and who isn’t talked about nearly enough.

Then there is Malala Yousafzai, who was infamously shot in the head for the simple act of going to school. Malala Yousafzai, who continues to fight for women’s rights to education, even today. Malala Yousafzai, whose voice has gradually been phased out of mainstream media and culture, despite the change and power she represents.

Make no mistake, that isn’t because she’s lost relevance. It isn’t because she’s stopped advocating for those less fortunate than her. It’s because they are – once again – afraid of her.

Afraid that she will spur people to take action, to put weight behind their words.

Powerful men and the government have always been synonymous with one another. Therefore, it’s no coincidence that both have always been – and will always be –afraid of the Sophie’s, Joan’s, Harriet’s, and Malala’s of the world.

If you’re surprised, you shouldn’t be, because female voices have that kind of power. They canfuel rebellions and lead entire armies to victory. If you still don’t know why you haven’t heard of them, why they barely teach you their names at school, it’s because they don’t want you to be like them. They don’t want you to have their courage and their bravery.

It is still very much a man’s world out there, despite so much progress having been made over the last fifty or so years. Don’t let the illusion fool you; we’ve taken almost as many steps back as we’ve taken forward. The sad reality is, that real change likely won’t be seen in your lifetime or mine. We still have a long way to go before we come anywhere near to a semblance of equality – not just for women in the West, but for women all over the world, globally.

That doesn’t mean that we should give up fighting, though. That doesn’t mean we should let them silence our voices. We’re too strong together to break apart. We’re too powerful when we can talk.

Don’t let the effervescent, brilliant forces take away your reach – your strength. Be like Sophie.

Like Joan, Harriet, and Malala. Take your power and set the world ablaze.

FEMALE VOICES HAVE THAT KIND OF POWER. THEY CAN FUEL REBEL LIONS AND LEAD

ENTIRE ARMIES TO

EL MUNDO ES TUYO

#YOUSUCK!

“I’m conquering my world one step at a time. The human condition I’ve learned holds many faces, and by our nature, fear, conquer, and mankind’s inability to remain bound are intertwined in that.

We live and we die.

In between that, we exist rooted to the earth and filled with the desire to transcend beyond our earthly limitations; never fully satisfied with what we’ve accomplished and forever seeking out more psychically, spiritually, mentally, and biologically.

If we can dream it, we can achieve it.

And each day that I grow, live, and break free from the chains placed upon me not only as a woman, but as a child,as a teen, and now as an adult full of aspirations, insecurities, and sincerity – I look back at our history as a people, and I see all that I am capable of; the good; the bad; and the ugly.

From our wars, our accomplishments, our creativity, and empathy (or lack thereof), I see you in all your beauty, as I’ve come to see mine.

I’m filled with wonder and hope, that one day I’ll conquer all the limitations placed upon me by others and myself, to prevail, and become the best and most powerful version of myself. Because this life is mine, and I’m conquering my world one step at a time.”

Priscilla Fernandez

Born from nothing, raised by nothing, my body yearned for substance. Sick with wanting, always wanting, I’d do anything if it meant I got a chance. I am running, chasing something, there is a glimmer in the distance. Body aching, muscles persisting, I am reaching the promised lands. I eat until I am full, and then I eat some more. For I might never get another chance to before I am escorted out the door. Lying back, I struggle from my gluttony, is this punishment for fulfilling my destiny? For why would this feast be laid before me if I am not meant to devour blindly?

The next morning my hunger roars me awake, no moment in squalor has ever resembled this ache. I am hungry, hungrier than I’ve ever been, as I take in handfuls, I feel a new cycle begin. Beggars hold out hands, desperation clear in their eyes. Crumbs trickle from my mouth, I am unable to SYMPATHIZE.

SYIt would be selfish of me to make it the slightest bit easy, so tie your ragged laces together and stomp on some heads for a life that’s better.

But Gold tarnishes the longer you stroke it, in the blur of my ring I almost see my reflection. It is unfamiliar and plumper, and my eyes lack a sense of direction.

The glimmer of an emerald catches my attention, nestled in a chalice of a man of greater material possession. The green reflects in my envious gaze, but now I have a new destiny to chase.

Monica Ayesa Rodriguez

SHE HER AM I

I dream of the girl often – the girl at the bottom of the pool.

She’s small and slight. Short in stature, yet somehow still larger than life. How that’s possible, I’ll never understand, but seeing her in my mind’s eye, I can’t help but feel overcome; feel a rush of grief, sadness, and anger on her behalf.

As I toe the lukewarm water spilling out of the pool, I see her move around; to the left and then to the right. She never comes forward or tries to go up, but I can see her frowning. I can feel her frustration, her betrayal clinging onto a thick coat of primer-like paint. She’s overcome too, just like me. Her arms and legs wave around frantically, but she’s been subsumed; forcibly made still.

She won’t – can’t – move. Really, there’s no use in trying.

The girl had been an expert in swimming, once. Back when everything was the same – before the world had rocked and everything had changed – she’d been as swift as a dolphin and as sharp as a shark. There were none who could rival her in terms of comprehension and speed, gliding effortlessly through the water like a dancer in her own liquid ballet. Her strokes were a symphony of grace and power, cutting through the pool with precision and elegance.

But then came that fateful day: the day when the world turned upside down for her and for me. The echoes of laughter and splashing turned into muted gasps and frantic shouts. The water that once embraced her like a second skin became a suffocating force – a prison she couldn’t escape.

I often find myself standing at the edge of the pool, staring down into the depths where she resides. The water seems so inviting, but I know better than to dive in. It’s a realm where gravity no longer pulls in the expected direction where the rules of the surface world cease to apply. In my dreams, I reach out to her, desperately wanting to pull her back into the world above. I stretch my hand, but it’s like trying to grab smoke: she remains just out of reach. The

frustration builds within me, mirroring the silent struggle on her face. It’s a battle against an unseen force, an invisible weight that holds her down.

As I watch her, I can’t shake the feeling that we share a connection beyond the pool, that her plight reflects a deeper truth about the changes in our lives. The water, once a place of joy and freedom, has become a barrier, a symbol of the challenges we face individually and together. The dreams persist, a haunting reminder of the irreversible transformation that has taken place. I wake up with a lingering sense of loss as if a part of me remains submerged in that pool with that girl – the girl who used to dance and make merry with the water.

There is an ocean that separates me from the woman on the surface – both literally and figuratively. Not only am I impeded by waves and leagues of water, but there’s also years, age, and worldliness that make us so different from each other. I want to be her (I always have), but it isn’t possible – she’s too perfect, too good, and I’m everything but that.

I’m awkward and bespectacled; so short, that during roll call after recess, I have to stand second in line so teachers can see me. My school uniform is always crooked; I never have any snacks or packed lunch because my mom always forgets to pack them for me.

I’m the girl my so-called “friends” used to do their homework for them. I’m the one they joke with until it’s no longer convenient and until they’re done with me. Then they make jokes at my expense.

Do they think I can’t hear them? Do they think it’s funny to make stink faces and pretend like I smell because I haven’t doused myself in Gucci or Versace like they have? Or, are they just so cruel that they want me to see them like that? I can no longer tell.

Helia Roghani

But the woman on the surface can.

She’s beautiful and of medium height; she has glasses like mine, but she wears hers far more elegantly than I ever have. She wears them like she was born with them, like the optometrist telling her she had flawed vision was nothing but an excuse to flaunt another fashion statement.

Watching someone like her has never been so bittersweet because she’s everything I want to be but can never have.

I bet she never had any problems at school. I bet her friends were actually her friends and not just opportunistic prigs who saw a girl desperate for companionship and used that desire to make her do whatever they pleased and more.

I bet every way in which she’s existed has been perfect. She’s never struggled a day in her life.

They never tell you this, but dreams can grow more vivid if you keep seeing them over and over again. If the same one persists in haunting your subconscious for a long period of time, you start to see things you hadn’t spotted before –even little details that may have seemed insignificant at the first brush of an eye.

One night, as I stand over the pool, staring down at the girl as I so often have in the past, I see the flickering figures of other people around her. I blink twice, wondering if it’s just a trick of the light – it must be – but no: there are other people surrounding her, people whose faces I recognize.

Still, I can’t be sure, so I try not to look at them – try to deny the reality that’s so clearly before me. I stare at the girl incomprehensibly; just her, and not the mirages trying to suppress her. She’s far more distressed than she was before, reaching out to them and smiling, but they’re implacable – they hardly move.

As the nights pass and the dream keeps on repeating itself, I see the figures with more clarity. I see their faces, the cruel tint of their expressions, and my heart skips a beat as I can no longer deny what is before me:

I am the girl, and she is me. In the figures surrounding her, I see casts of the faces of girls who for so long tormented me. I see their derision and mockery. I see how they reach their hands out to her – to me – only to snatch them away, only to watch the hope in my adolescent eyes drain away.

“Poor girl,” I think, staring at this smaller, more vulnerable version who is both me and not me.

The tormentors surrounding her are not just phantoms of my history but tangible reminders of the strength I’ve cultivated

in the face of adversity. She’ll forget their cruel expressions one day; she’ll forget that they even existed.

But in the pool now, they still haunt her. They still make her beg for scraps of their affection, make her think that one day, she’ll be one of them.

“You won’t ever be like them,” I long to tell her. “You are nothing like them.”

Now, however, she still wants them, wants to be a part of them. She doesn’t see how they’ve stifled her breathing, how they’ve made her a smaller, lesser person so they could be bigger. She sees their smiles and their sweet –fake! – attitudes, and hopes that one day, they will finally accept her.

She’ll grow out of it. One day, she’ll learn how to breathe without them. Once she finally rids herself of the burden they’ve put on her shoulders, she can be as swift as a dolphin again, and as sharp as a shark. I know she can, because she is me, and I am her.

I recognize the power within her, a power that transcends the taunts and manipulations of those who once sought to break her. She may be nothing to them, but she is everything to herself – to everyone who matters – and that’s really all that’s important.

One day, this girl will learn how to swim again and how to breathe. Once these shadows no longer plague her, she’ll learn that the ocean is a pool, and all it takes is a stroke or two to come to the surface again.

She will fly high – swim up top, and take a deep, gasping breath.

She will because I did.

She will because she is me, and I am her.

Alejandra Soriano

“When we were kids, we would run, dance, and sing without a care in the world. The Earth to us, was big and bright, with endless possibilities to uncover My world (then) radiated colors of yellow and pink - love and compassion; Bright and full of life.

Looking through those rose-tinted glasses, with its yellows and pinks, I was always full of hope and excitement; innocent of the faults of growing up.

But as time passed, and birthday candles got blown out, the unknowns that lay ahead, made themselves aware. Days flew by, and with time now a known perception, the kids we once were - with our pinks and yellows, slowly shrunk into ourselves; A box of insecurity, fear, and outward judgment lay at the forefront of our minds. Those yellows and pinks were dulled, our childlike wonders were practically nonexistent, and the world around us in its vast external lay heavy and screaming against our internal.

But again, as time moved on, and I got older, the realization that we only have this life to live echoed within me.

My one shot at life is forever in the now, and that box of fear and insecurity was doing nothing but hold me trapped and unhappy.

I no longer wanted to be curled within that box, I wanted to radiate the color blue; with its peace, wisdom, and stability.

The tranquility and balance I had been searching for all my life came only then: In knowing who I am, and maintaining confidence within myself to live life to the fullest extent I was capableI knew that what I brought to the table was forever and always going to be the very best version of myself.”

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An interview with Athena Dion

Andrea Victoria

JOIN US AS WE DIVE INTO THE WORLD OF ATHENA DION.

What is the one product you can’t go without when getting into drag?

A.Uff. The glue stick. That’s step one; you can’t forget that. Without it, you can’t do your eyebrows, so you’re really struggling to get into drag. I’ve considered shaving my eyebrows, but, honey, I look scary out of drag, so without them, I can’t even imagine.

Q. What inspired you to start doing drag?

A.

My sister had this magical chest full of thrifted dresses with which I loved to play dress-up. I was always inspired by feminine fashion, and creating characters through dress-up was something I enjoyed. I also found inspiration in movies like “The Birdcage,” which was my gateway into the world of drag.

Q.

What was the drag scene when you first started doing drag?

A.

I was introduced to the world of drag before “Drag Race,” so the focus was more on local performances rather than mainstream recognition. As a drag queen, you wanted to perform at every club from South Beach to Key West. Drag wasn’t as commercialized as it is now, and performers were motivated by the art form rather than the desire for fame or to be on TV.

Q.

Why do you do drag?

A.

From a young age, I was always interested in dressing up and drawn to feminine fashion. Drag is an extension of me and my femininity that always wanted to come out. I never really thought that this was going to be my career, but if you had told me years ago, I would’ve been like hell yeah. I know that if I didn’t do drag, that part of myself would’ve been pretty sad.

Q.

Can you share a memorable moment in your drag career?

A.

I think performing a congo with Gloria Estefan here at R House was one of my favorite moments. Not only did I get to perform one of her songs for her, but also with her! She and her daughter are fan favorites of drag brunch and dinner. Being on “The View” was also a huge accomplishment. I have always been a fan of the show since I was a kid, so imagine how nervous I was. I had to give myself a pep talk because what was I going to do at “The View” that I hadn't done before? Nothing, so I calmed myself down and I even ended up having a small segment and the best time of my life.

Q. How does it feel to perform in Mykonos, your motherland?

A. It feels incredible. Performing in Mykonos, my motherland is an incredibly fulfilling experience. As someone with Greek heritage, being able to perform as Athena Dion in a place so deeply connected to my roots feels amazing. The best part was how I found out I was going to perform there. I vividly remember being at the beach in Tel Aviv with a friend, you know, looking at the beach and seeing Mykonos from where I was. I remember telling my friend how amazing it would be to perform in my motherland, and as soon as I said that, I got a call. It was an offer from a bar owner in Mykonos inviting me to spend the summer performing there. It was like a dream come true, and since then, I've been performing in Mykonos every summer.

Q.

How do you prepare for a performance?

A.

This is a conversation I often have with a lot of queens, and what I tell them is that you need to know your audience. The Drag Brunch audience isn’t always queer people, so if you’re more of a conceptual queen, I recommend saving those types of performances for other audiences. At the end of the day, you’re there to make money, so doing songs that I know the audience can sing along to is usually my go-to.

Q.

What do you think is the most misunderstood aspect of drag?

A.

The humor behind drag is often misinterpreted. Drag is about creating a character and a world that may not necessarily make sense in reality. Sometimes people read too much into it instead of simply enjoying the performance for what it is. They tried to out-drag into spaces and conversations where it doesn’t belong. I believe “Drag Race” has opened up drag to a much bigger audience and for so much more criticism; everyone feels like they should have a say in drag. If it’s not for you, just say that and move on.

Q.

When in your career did you feel the most challenged?

A.

I felt the most challenged when I first performed in Mykonos. It’s a completely different crowd than here in Miami; I had to get used to the crowd and the type of show they enjoy. The audience on that side of the world is used to just sitting down and watching, not as interactive as you might think. However, you also come to appreciate their passion and how artistic they are about their performances. You’re also on a seasonal schedule so you have to make the most of it.

Q.

When did you decide to do drag full-time?

A.

I decided to do drag full-time after winning the Miss Miami Beach Pride Pageant in 2015. It blew up my career and fully hit me that this could be my career. It was a difficult decision because, at the time, I was offered a promotion to become a national makeup artist at Dior. Sometimes I feel like I should’ve taken it, but it was mostly for the security it brought. You know, when you do drag full-time, you’re only as good as your last performance, and you can't stop working. Drag is a hustle and it’s not an easy lifestyle; you have to love it.

Q.

How does your family feel about you doing drag?

A.

When I first started doing drag, it was very out of the blue, so my family was taken aback. However, they were always the type of family to encourage me to follow my dreams. They were just worried about how drag was going to sustain me or if it was just for fun. You know, like all parents, they worry because they don’t want their child to be a starving artist. Now they’ve seen how well I’ve been doing, so they’re nothing but supportive.

What advice would you give to the newest members of the Dion Dynasty?

A.

I love that the Dion Dynasty keeps growing and that the world is now learning all about it! The advice I always give when someone approaches me wanting to do drag is: know your why. Understand why you want to do drag. Is it because you want to be on TV, or because you appreciate the artistry of it all? Once you know why, everything else comes together. It’s also important to stay authentic to yourself and don’t be afraid to take risks. To quote one of the most iconic drag anthems, “I Am What I Am” by Gloria Gyanor, “It’s my world and it’s not a place I have to hide in,” and that’s what it is. People are always scared to be themselves when there’s no need to; this is your world. “Life’s not worth a damn ‘til you can say I am what I am,” like there’s no point to being alive unless you say “I Am What I AM,” you know what I mean?

DON’T PERCEIVE ME

I’M

A STAR!

CATCH UP TO ME!

VIDEOS

EL MUNDO ES TUYO

To our Strike community,

We pushed like we haven’t before, and the results are palpable. Every idea was never too big, and the pursuit of excellence and dedication was never too small.

As the photos of the shoots began to trickle in, I found myself captivated by the ingenuity and artistry displayed by each staff member. As always, the issue has exceeded and broken down all of my expectations– it’s unlike anything we’ve done before. I remain humbled and inspired to write this letter knowing I stand among such remarkably talented young individuals.

Additionally, as sad as it is to say, this will be my last issue as Editor-in-chief. I’d just like to extend the utmost gratitude to the team for all the grace, patience, and humility they have shown me.I’ve always felt beyond encouraged and knew I had such a strong group of individuals behind me through it all. This experience will last me a lifetime, truly.

I’d like to thank the women who led alongside me as the issue would have simply not been possible without them. To our Creative Director, Andrea Victoria, thank you for being you and for always pouring your heart and soul into whatever you’re dedicated to– you inspire me. Melissabel Fleites, our External Director, your meticulous planning and strategic approach have transformed the way Strike operates externally. You’ve raised our bar continuously, and for that, I am so grateful. Strike will continue to thrive under you girls. Continue to be the most fearless and dedicated women you all are. My last shout-outs are to Priscilla Fernandez, our Blog Director, and Samantha Jimenez, my Editor-in-Chief Assistant. Thank you both for filling in all the gaps in the editorial team and always uplifting me.

For me Issue 06: “The World is Yours” represents individuality, pushing one's limits, and being bold. Being a daughter of two immigrant parents, I witnessed just how much they hustled to provide me and my brother with the life we currently have. My parents relentlessly pushed for their dreams so I could push even further for mine. They ingrained in us the saying “You can do anything you set your mind to.” This issue to me constitutes just that: the world is OURS for the taking.

We often believe that since we’re young our opinions and actions aren’t taken as seriously, but it is because we’re young that people see more truth, vulnerability, and confidence.

Take that risk, travel, tell people you love them, capture pictures of everything, chase your dreams, and do all of the cliche sayings because there is no life B. You’re never too young to change the world.

One last time:

Strike Out, Isabella Menendez

Isn’t everything nerve-racking? Being born into a world with so many expectations and limits is quite scary. Not knowing where you’re heading or what direction your life will take is daunting. The thought of One Direction never getting back together truly frightens me. There are so many things in this world that scare me and are constantly in the back of my head yet this issue taught me to find comfort in fear and self-doubt.

Starting as a staff writer for i04, I never thought of the possibility of becoming Creative Director. Actually, I take that back. I always knew I wanted to be Creative Director, all I had to do was be friends with Alba. She saw the potential that I always knew I had in me and believed in my vision, so here I am writing my first letter as Creative Director of Strike Miami.

Issue 06 is all about empowerment and overcoming your fears. Each act on this issue has little pieces of me and my journey that have allowed me to be the person I am today. Coming up with each concept was a collaborative effort from everyone in our Strike Miami community. We were able to sit down, be vulnerable, and connect on many levels to create the beautiful magazine you are holding today

I hope that every act and concept on this issue grants you a new sense of perspective. We’ve always found ourselves looking for ways to stand out or fit in. For ways to use our voices and to be heard. To break free from all limitations and expectations the world has for us; to be free. We hope to encourage you to live your life to its fullest potential and to make this world your own. It’s time to break from all boundaries and step into your true self in your world.

When I think about i06, I think about empowerment and support. My fellow executive directors, Isabella Menendez and Melissabel Fleites, represent just that. You guys have pushed me to be my best self and were there for me through my best and worst. You guys inspire me everyday and I can’t wait for our next baby together.

I want to thank every single person who has listened to me talk about Strike nonstop and for always supporting me. This production wouldn’t have happened without my acquaintance, Cesar Sanchez, who kind of supported me through the entirety of i06. Lastly, a HUGE shoutout to my partner Chris, who was there for me whenever I doubted myself and when I felt on top of the world.

Time flew right past me and I can’t believe my first issue as Creative Director is in my hands.

“El Mundo Es Tuyo” is now all yours.

From my daydreaming thoughts to yours, Strike 4ever,

Andrea Victoria Creative Director