Strobe lights flickering and Deep-House music thumping. We are in a warehouse, past curfew hours, celebrating late into the early hours the infectious pulse that is Beirut. |
She is uninhibited,super-glam… Her silhouettes are sharp; Every now & then, dramatic volumes take shape. |
He is a party boy, ready to take on the night; Beirut’s glittering horizon reflected into embroidered tailored suits & shimmering hoodies. |
Both unsettled, yet acutely focused. |
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