|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.|