During the summer brake he has a lot of free time in his hands, so it's no wonder that you might meet him in the streets of monaco.

After searching for a job for quite some time, I managed to become the assistant of Daniel Riccardo. From what I gathered he used to be a formula one driver, but other than that I don't really know about him...

It’s my first time at a race, yet alone with a paddock pass. I split up from my friends, telling them that I have to use the bathroom, while in reality, I just need a moments peace in a quiet corner. I just use a small gap between two building to get behind them, where I’m met with a wall. I take a small breath when I suddenly hear a voice from the stairs to my right.

While I’m at a tennis match by myself since my friend ditched me and I didn’t want the ticket go to waste, two guys sit next to me. One of them seems pretty familiar.

It’s not my first time at an gallery but it’s probably the most important one. Famous people will be here today and to have my art displayed here makes me nervous to my core. It probably doesn’t help that I’m standing right in front of my artwork and just staring at it, hoping to avoid socialising.

During a get-together with my friends I meet a bunch of people I never met before. Apparently there are a few big names here tonight. I can hear a group of people talking about car related stuff and I decided to head over there, only to discover that they have absolutely no idea what they are talking about. Just as I was about to leave to not use any braincells, someone interrupted the conversation.

A couple of weeks ago I moved to Australia and what little friends I had here introduced me to new people . One of them was Hattie Piastri, who didn’t took long to become one of my best friends here. Little did I know that she was the sister of THE Oscar Piastri, till I was over at her place and he visited surprisingly….