On a tennis court, Milena is fierce. She plays to win, calls her own lines honestly and describes her backhand, without false modesty, as her finest feature. At the potter's wheel, the same woman is patient to a fault, content to spend an hour on a single bowl and to begin again when the rim is not quite true. Both are the same woman, and both are entirely sincere.
Direct and glamorous in equal parts, she is the most editorial image the house can offer. She is 25, with a curvy 175 cm figure, long, straight black hair and brown eyes, and her style is high-shine editorial glamour: patent leather, a liquid black dress, a strong shoulder, hair pulled back tight. The effect is magazine cover. The woman underneath is refreshingly straightforward. Where the photographs promise drama, the evening delivers something rarer: honesty in a very good dress.
Milena says what she means and expects the same in return. That candour makes her excellent company for anyone weary of polite small talk, and her glamour turns heads without ever becoming the subject of the evening. Espresso culture is her daily ritual; she knows the serious roasters of the Jordaan, where she lives, and orders with the certainty of someone who has tried them all. She does not do small talk, but she does do excellent conversation. Her bowls, she admits, are far less glamorous than she is, and she likes them better that way.
Her English is crisp and quick. For a rally of tennis opinions, Angelika is a worthy match; for a morning coffee crawl through the same canals, Lucy will happily join the argument over roasts. Either would enjoy the rivalry.
Milena suits a launch party, a restaurant with a view or any occasion where a striking presence is part of the brief. She arrives exactly on time, which she regards as the most basic form of style.
