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The city hums beneath me, restless and golden, as I light one up and let the smoke curl like secrets into the night. Neon flickers on wet pavement, taxis blur past like memories I never meant to keep. There’s a softness to the chaos — lipstick smudged, eyes half-closed, heart half-healed. It’s just me, the skyline, and a cigarette burning slow, like something dangerous I don’t want to quit.
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Slipped into the night like a promise, where wine met candlelight and the air felt charged with something unspoken. Dinner with the Marfil y Ébano team wasn’t just a gathering — it was a quiet celebration of what’s to come. I won’t say what we’re toasting to... not yet. Some stories are best simmering in the dark a little longer.
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Tonight, Jean Paul Gaultier hosted a private Pride celebration at Club Bohemia — an intimate dinner with The Center that spilled effortlessly into a night of dancing, mezcal, and unfiltered joy. Between the glow of Jason Naylor’s art and the pulse of Eva Voss and Rae Sada’s sets, the room felt like a living love letter to individuality. It was bold, beautiful, and wildly unapologetic. I walked out wrapped in the energy of it all — and with the Jean Paul Gaultier x Bratz piece in hand, because icons recognize icons. Always have, always will. I have loved Bratz since forever.
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Caught between takes in the middle of NYC chaos — a little coffee to fight the sleep, a lot of energy from the crowd to keep us going. Filming Marfil y Ébano with Hugo feels like stepping into a story that never stops moving, even when the cameras do. Times Square turned into our set, and somehow, it still felt just like a dream.
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Afternoon light spilled across the sidewalk, and for a moment, the city moved to my rhythm. I danced without thinking — not to perform, just to feel something real against the static of New York. In my hand, ToDa Mi VioLeNciA eS tUyA — open, dog-eared, heavy in all the right places. Carolina Yuste doesn’t just write, she bruises gently. I reading between each step, between each breath. The world didn’t slow down, but I did — just enough to let it sink in.
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