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Pritika Swarup by Mike Ruiz for L'Officiel India Magazine , September 2018

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Pritika Swarup for L’Officiel Baltic

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Pritika Swarup | Zuhair Murad Spring 2024 Couture gown | Cannes Film Festival | 2024

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Pritika Swarup Wore Elie Saab at Front Row Elie Saab Couture Spring-Summer 2023

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Italian legwear and swimwear brand Calzedonia hosted ‘Calzedonia Presents Calezdomania’ party to celebrate and unveil their latest collection during Paris Fashion Week 2022.

Cindy Bruna (wearing GmbH), Jasmine Tookes (wearing Raisa Vanessa), Shay Mitchell (wearing The Sei), Pritika Swarup (wearing Miu Miu), Sara Sampaio (wearing Giovanni Bedin) and Kelsey Merritt (wearing New Arrivals) all attended.

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Pritika Swarup Wore Zuhair Murad To The Cannes Film Festival Closing Ceremony

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Art | Agents of change: six women artists discuss their canvas and worldview

Art | Agents of change: six women artists discuss their canvas and worldview

A pair of years in the past, Laurence des Cars was named the top of Louvre. The significance sinks in once you realise it’s the first time ever within the Parisian museum’s 230-year-history {that a} lady sits on the prime. The identical yr, Rijksmuseum featured women artists in its ‘Gallery of Honour’ — the primary time in its over two centuries of historical past. The numbers within the artwork…

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Pritika Swarup by Ben Abarbanel for Numéro Netherlands Magazine January 2024

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Karina Pritika, 23, a former rhythmic gymnast from Ariel, was murdered while attending the Supernova music festival near Kibbutz Re’im on Oct. 7. She is survived by her parents, Yevgeny and Svetlana, as well as her siblings and grandparents. She was buried on Oct. 11 in Ariel. WE SHALL NEVER FORGET OR FORGIVE.

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Haim Ashraf | Haim Benaim | Haim Livne | Haim Perry | Haim Zohar | Haled AlFahrin | Hana Ben Artzi | Hana Siton | Hanan Yablonka | Hanani Glazer | Hanani Nidgalski | Hanania Hanan Amar | Hanna Ifergan | Hatib Zaruk | Hava Ben Ami | Havik Segal | Hen Ben Avi | Hen Even | Hersh Goldberg-Polin | Hila Klein | Hili Solomon | Hillel Zalmanovitch | Hodaya David | Idan Dor | Idan Edri | Idan Haramati | Idan Herman | Ido Ben Zino | Ido Even | Ido Peretz | Igal Vax | Igor Korcher | Igor Lusov | Ilan Avraham | Ilan Lipovsky | Ilan Moshe Ya’akov | Ilan Weiss | Ilay Bar Am | Ilkin Nazarov | Inbar Buyum | Inbar Haiman | Inbar Shem Tov | Irit Konderov | Isabella Gandin | Ishay Gertner | Israel Chana | Itai Berdichevsky | Itai Huston Hadar | Itai Za’afrani | Itai Zak | Itay Banjo | Itay Svirsky | Itzhak (Itzik) Balato | Itzhak Gelernter | Itzhak Levi | Ivan Illarramendi Saizar | Izhar Peled | Jake Marlo | Jakfung Jantassana | Jana Roderman | Jaroon Chatdumdee | Jenny Nisenboim Carmeli | John Esselnov | Jonathan Meir Ken-Dror | Joshua Loitu Mollel | Judy Weinstein-Haggai | Juwas Ibrahim AlKaran | Kadman Srithat Kawao | Karin Journo | Karin Vernikov | Karin Zourno | Karina Davidov | Karina Pritika | Karla Stelzer | Karla Stelzer Mendes | Katarina Tabegan | Keshet Kasruti-Kalfa | Keshet Zohar | Kim Damti | Kineret Gat | Kobi Paryante | Kraysorn Tomiyoma | Laura Ludmilla Furman | Leonid Luzovski | Liam Bor Galon | Liam Shrem | Lian Sharabi | Liav Asayag | Libi Cohen Maguri | Lidor Levi | Lidor Levy | Liel Gerfi | Liel Hezroni | Liel Itah | Lilach Kipnis | Lili Itamari | Lilia Giller | Lily Keizman | Limor Vaknin Permutter | Lin Dafni | Linor Keinan | Lior Abramoz | Lior Asulin | Lior Atun | Lior Hadad Atias | Lior Maimon | Lior Rudaeff | Lior Tekach | Lior Tereshanski | Lior Tkach | Lior Weizmann

These are the names of just a few of the victims of October 7, those murdered by the horde of Nazi savages from Gaza, or those kidnapped and imprisoned within that moral sewer.

On October 6, all of these people were alive and minding their own business. They were living their own lives. Islamic terrorists from Gaza took that all away from them, leaving a permanent scar on their communities and the entire nation of Israel.

More names will be coming up soon.

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KARINA PRITIKA - NEVER FORGET OCTOBER 7th HAMAS TERRORISTS Massacre of Israelis

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A college essay I wrote in 2007/08 for USC (I got in)... or "The prose of a seventeen-year-old's undiagnosed neurodivergence and trauma"

Newton's First Law of Motion states that an object in motion tends to stay in motion in the same direction unless acted upon by an external force. Tell us about an external influence (a person, an event, etc.) that affected you and how it caused you to change direction.

My eyelashes stuck stubbornly shut even as I opened my eyes. Blinking rapidly, my eyes took in the stale air and teamed with tiny droplets of tears. A hammer pounded internally in my brain, even though I was not fully awake. The beats of life steadily ran through my body and a few seconds later, confidence rained over me as my mind activated when I splashed water over my face. But quite truthfully, I felt like I was going to vomit. My head was spinning from lack of sound sleep and even though I administered drug induced black outs to myself, I just couldn't seem to get over what I was feeling.

My memories have always been shaped by the scent of my mother's perfume, the aroma of my friends' hair, and the aura of the places I visit. I grew up smelling my way around throughout my life. Every time I would have to recall a memory, if I didn't know what smell that memory held, I could not remember the context of the memory at all. Some would think this would give me a slight disadvantage as it seemed like I was suffering from a slight amnesia, but that is not true at all. This trait allowed me to explore the world and lust for success.

While I began to experience the world, I soon realized it was not loveable at all. Growing up as a person of color, I discovered racism existed at the age of eight. I never understood it at the time, but as naïve as I might have been, I knew this was not the only injustice I had yet to see.  Friendship never came to me at that age either.  Time and time again, I asked myself: what did I have to offer? Nothing, it seemed like. I had no true friends and was always considered the odd child. With no one, except my parents, to share my emotions, I remained subdued at home reading books. I loved to read "The Boxcar Children", and in that wonderful series, I was inspired. In the book, the character, Violet, had wanted to take up the violin, and therefore, so did I. I knew I would continue to play for the rest of my life.

Learning piece after piece not only gave me something to work towards but it also gave me discipline. It opened up a new world for me especially when I engrossed myself in the orchestra program and violin lessons. I made new friends who had the same interests I had, and I stuck with them ever since. I realized that productively involving and applying myself was the only way I could involve myself in the world's affairs. With that thought, I went through school while being part of the music program (orchestra, choir, and band), math team, swimming, and various other sports. As interesting as all this was, I began to realize my true passion: to learn from what I experience and to teach what I learn.

By the time I reached the fourth grade, I was elated. Things had finally turned. My nickname was HP (Happy Pritika) and my voice was filled with laughter. It seemed like this would last forever. But once my life turned, it wouldn't stop. It seemed as I grew, I became more aware of what was happening around me. My view towards my family was changing and consequently, of myself.

I began to wallow in failure and lack of self-esteem. I was wilting like the beloved flowers my mother cherished with the love that was absent within my family. Who would nourish my dehydration? I studied and studied, and I ignored what reality was. I became reserved once again, though I burst later. The sociable and the depressed beings that lived within me were escaping. Let them go, I thought. I can handle it.

I couldn't. 

In my bedroom, I thought for hours: what was the meaning of life if I were destined to go through this sensation? But as though someone had lifted a veil off my face, I began to see that the world was lighter. I began to see, and I found love. Love was radiating from my ill father and my cynical mother. Love emitted from my friends, my true friends. This was life, and I reasoned that everyone makes mistakes and everyone has their problems. It is very simply put but the implications of this statement are quite complex. I wanted to stop all of that. But over and over again, I realized that life gave me reminders of this statement. Death and love, life showed me, and I became influenced. My feelings were real, and I had to face them where they truly were: within me.

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Pritika Swarup | Elie Saab ensemble | Front Row Fashion: Paris | 2023

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Pritika Swarup wore Rahul Mishra at the Front Row Rahul Mishra Haute Couture Spring Summer 2023