Found the jazz at The Betsy by accident and now I'm settled in with a drink I keep forgetting to finish. The light in here is doing something unfair. Pull up a chair, babe.
Found the jazz at The Betsy by accident and now I'm settled in with a drink I keep forgetting to finish. The light in here is doing something unfair. Pull up a chair, babe.
My playlist turned into a full Bolivia set and now I'm in the kitchen with a drink not sorry about any of it. This whole month is ours and I'm starting it my way. Tell me you'd dance with me right here, babe.
Rosalía is at Kaseya tonight and I've had Motomami on repeat since I opened my eyes. Monday morning coffee tastes better when you already know where the night is going. Tell me you'd scream every word with me, babe.
First time at the new stadium and the whole place already feels electric and kickoff is hours away. Tell me you'd grab a drink with me before they take the field, babe.
Orishas is tonight and I'm too wired to stay in bed. You'd come with me, wouldn't you, babe?
Boys Noize is still going inside and I found the one corner of the terrace where nobody's looking. Tell me you'd come find me up here, babe.
Been pulling outfits for tomorrow's flea market and somehow I'm back to zero. At least I narrowed it down to my best look. Tell me you'd pick something for me, babe.
Churchill's is about to get loud and I've got the eyeliner done but nothing else. Ska-punk doesn't care if you look perfect — it cares if you show up. Tell me you'd mosh with me, babe.
Editing the batch from last weekend's shoot and somehow every photo I stop on is one where I forgot the camera was still rolling. The good ones always catch you off guard like that. Want to see the ones I'm not posting publicly?
Superblue opens in twenty minutes and I'm already in the rideshare losing my mind over the light coming through this window. Tell me you'd wander through every room with me, babe.