ANELLI E COLLANE

Everything around glitters and sparkles, like a boutique window display where luxury coexists with dirt under fingernails. He gets angry, jokes, boasts, but beneath the noise, you can hear a thin, metallic nerve, like a wire carrying an electric current. The world around is a neon landfill of gloss and longing, where branded bags are carried arm in arm with broken hearts. Each word is like the flick of a lighter, each bit a way not to drown in one's own ego. While some are catching their reflection in the window, others are simply checking if the glass has cracked.