The party lights faded hours ago, but her skin still remembers the music. This set begins where the noise ends — at the edge of night, in the quiet space where heels come off, hair falls loose, and silver softens in the morning light. She came home different. Not just tired — changed. Steam curls in the air as water …
Art exists because life alone is not enough. What moves me is the music and the soundtrack of my dreams have always been around the songs of CBJR, a Brazilian band, and this year has become more intense, so there are small references from an earring to the choice of name. For me to never stop dreaming like I dreamed …
“Scars. A sign that you had been hurt. A sign that you had healed.”
I'm here in my first set to win your hearts
Quand tu caresses mon pli, soudain tout s'évanouit – Pli en or.