Bodega Baddie

Bright lights, camera flashes and hustle and bustle, where every movement is caught by someone else's lens. The atmosphere of a party where reality is slightly blurred: is it a dance floor, a catwalk, or a dream with bright neon flashes? Words break off like fragments of phrases in the club noise - half of them can be heard, half are drowned out by the bass. Everything is bold, slightly absurd, but that only makes it more alive: as if the energy of the city itself has decided to sing, while heels tap to the rhythm and the heart competes with the music to see who is louder.