GLOW UP

When time drags on the slowest, it means someone is putting on makeup. The coffee is cooling on the stove, the phone is vibrating for the third time, and he is still standing in the doorway listening to the battle of ‘mascara versus eyeliner’ going on behind the bathroom door. And it seems like anger is just around the corner - the film is about to start, friends have been joking in the chat for a long time - but then she comes out. And all the irritation melts away like steam on a mirror.

It's not about cosmetics. It's about a ritual in which every minute of waiting becomes proof of love. It's about the desire to look ‘a million dollars’ even if you're just going to the cinema, which, by the way, is already closed. He is an impatient FIFA champion, she is a highlighter goddess with her own rhythm. And in this waltz of makeup, traffic jams and sighs of ‘just a minute more,’ there is something very real: a little chaos, a little tenderness and a whole universe of patience, which in the end always whispers, ‘you look cosmic.’