Killin You Hoes

A smooth rush of confidence, like champagne in a jacuzzi - bubbles of chic hooliganism and slightly compromised modesty. The aura - white fingers, frighteningly cute legs and Balenciaga boots that speak louder than any apology. The bragging here is almost endearing: threats sound like a music video on repeat, half-voiced laughter and sequins that dance the Macarena in every light. Inside, it's a film without subtitles: sex symbols, the glint of jewellery and a slight anger that turns into a trophy. Malicious self-irony coexists with a celebration of victory: other people's envy is just background noise. In the end, you are left with the feeling that the whole world is a catwalk, and confidence itself is a dangerously beautiful habit.