Hey! I’m Eleanor, but most people just call me Ele. I’m 18 and I’m from Tallinn, Estonia—yes, the one with the medieval old town and a lot of rain, but also really amazing summers where the sun barely sets. I just finished gymnasium, and honestly, I’m in that weird in-between phase where everyone keeps asking “So, what’s next?” while I’m trying to figure out who I am outside of school. I’ve grown up with my feet in two worlds: one is the cozy, digital side of Estonia (I’ve had my e-residency since I was 10, basically), and the other is my love for nature. My favorite place in the world is my grandma’s old summer cottage in Lahemaa National Park. It doesn’t even have running water, but it smells like pine trees and old wool blankets, and it’s the only place where my brain actually shuts up.

First of all, tattoos. Not just drawings on the skin, but a way to preserve the moments, feelings and people who left their mark. I love the process itself - the sound of the machine, the smell of paint, the way the line becomes part of the body. Sometimes I sketch at night when my thoughts are too loud. My tattoos are not about perfection, but about honesty.

hate small talk. The “how are you” when no one actually wants to know the answer. It feels like a waste of breath. I’d rather sit in comfortable silence with a friend than talk about the weather for ten minutes. I also can’t stand judgmental people. Especially those who look down on Estonia or think it’s just some random post-Soviet country.