no, house did not make me soft

evidence submitted for the defence at approximately 170 bpm. #

Hardcore tonight and I wish Edo had been physically present just so I could point at the speakers and tell him to stop worrying about my house phase. The Stunned Guys, Tommyknocker, Nosferatu, that whole sound that doesn’t politely ask whether you’re ready. I love house now, yes. I also spent tonight in a pink top with gloss in my bag while listening to music that sounds as though the building is being dismantled from inside. Human beings can contain multitudes.

Came home starving, which is the least fashion part of every fashionable night. There should be photographs of people at four thirty in the morning standing in kitchens eating whatever is available. That’s the true nightlife editorial.

Remember me, Eclipse.