YZ

A hollow rhythm, like a motorbike engine on a night-time motorway: roaring, snorting and racing ahead without looking back. Here, it's all about movement - smoke, adrenaline, brief flashes of passion and the glint of banknotes in strangers' eyes. A world where every phrase sounds like a warning, but for some reason you want to nod your head and sing along.

There is also a slight smirk in this atmosphere - as if life itself is playing a game of ‘who can outrun whom,’ and no one has read the rules anyway. The noise of the streets, the beating of the heart, and a dangerous sense of freedom with a hint of risk.