Comme des garçons

Light smoke curls to the beat, and words fly out like text messages sent with no intention of replying. Everything is honest: a little warmth for the night, no promises, no debts. Dance for dance's sake, history for the moment's sake, not for ‘forever’.

Every line is playful: minimum effort, maximum attraction. The sweet irony is that the roles are reversed - this is not about vulnerability, but about power, about the ability to keep your distance and still make someone miss you. Red lipstick, the click of heels, stories at the right time - and that's it, the game is won before it even begins.