Miradas Medellín started today and somehow I ended up in the back row of a late screening instead of the opening gala — dark room, empty row, screen light doing all the work. I get distracted so easily in cinemas. Come take the seat next to me?
Miradas Medellín started today and somehow I ended up in the back row of a late screening instead of the opening gala — dark room, empty row, screen light doing all the work. I get distracted so easily in cinemas. Come take the seat next to me?
Day two of Ritvales is officially closed out and my feet just resigned on the spot — boots off, dress losing the fight, city lights doing the rest. Worth every blister. Come scrape me off this seat?
The costume's been staring at me from the closet door for hours and sleep never stood a chance. Come keep me company until the bass starts?
Ritvales day is finally here and my body decided sleep was optional — coffee's on, the bag's packed, glitter's next. You're carrying the water pack, right?
The costume didn't survive Rama and I stopped caring about two hours ago. Tell me you'd still recognize me without it.
Halloween at Rama and my costume is losing badly — three scraps of fabric on the floor and I still can't decide. Come help me pick what stays on.
EDC is close enough that the bass finds my balcony and far enough that I don't have to wear a thing. Come find out what the sunset looks like from up here.
Sleep lost the argument and Horror Disco Vol. 7 won — black lipstick is officially happening and I'm already halfway into the look. Save me a spot near the speakers, the dark ones dance better.
Nine hours of techno on a rooftop in barrio Colombia and I'm somehow still between two outfits — the mirror is useless, it approves of both. Which one am I wearing out the door?
Adrianna's out, the music's up, and the window's wide open — the city gets a better view than my mirror tonight. Come closer and I might think about the curtain.