Nora Arnezeder

She’s got this wild mix, right? Half Austrian, half Egyptian—so you already know her life’s not the usual cookie-cutter story. Growing up, she’s torn between schnitzel and koshari, probably rolling her eyes at family reunions where grandma’s opera records clash with her uncle’s oud sessions. Honestly, you can feel the tug-of-war in her whole vibe. School isn’t a picnic either. Some days she’s the exotic one in Vienna, other days she’s the European kid in Cairo—never quite fitting in, but also kind of standing out everywhere. It’s not all identity crises, though. That blend gives her a secret weapon: she can slip between cultures like it’s nothing, drop a joke in Arabic, then switch to German without missing a beat. Friends envy her worldliness, but deep down, she’s hunting for a place that feels like home, wherever that might be. Her journey’s messy, real, and way more interesting than most.

So there I am, fourteen, just hanging out at this random restaurant with my folks—nothing fancy, just your usual night out. Out of nowhere, these people waltz in looking like they’re straight out of some fashion agency and ask if I wanna be a model. Wild, right? I mean, I’m literally shoving fries in my mouth at that moment. They tell me, “Yeah, but you gotta drop seven kilos.” Like, excuse me? As if I’m gonna give up French fries for a pair of skinny jeans. No way. So I just laugh and say, “Nah, I’d rather keep eating my fries.” Can you imagine? That was my first brush with the modeling world, and honestly, it was over before it even started. Guess I just wasn’t willing to trade my love of junk food for the catwalk. Some dreams just aren’t worth the price, you know?