Songs, so Parisian, so New-York, Berlin, so cold, in complete contrast with where we are right now, in the bright sunshine of south-west France.
It always happens to me, every year, as I sit in the hottest weather I start daydreaming about winter and black leather gloves and matte red lipstick, dark eye shadow (I never wear make up when I’m on a summer holiday by the sea, go figure), cold cold minimal music, and drinking champagne whilst freezing on the pavement outside some club and I don’t know why but I kind of like that.
Black Devil Disco Club – An Other Skin
Mathématiques Modernes – Jungle Hurt
Pictures by Arthur Cruz
(flashing lights) rough disco 