Pack U Up

A night chronicle where every line smells of Don Julio, smoke and overly loud speakers. Everything revolves around parties after parties, where the glint of watches competes with the glint of skin after the dance floor. There is no place here for morning conversations about the meaning of life - only the desire to burn the night to ashes. And the higher the rhythm drives ‘up, up, up,’ the less chance there is that anyone will even remember that tomorrow exists.

Director: @20kvisuals