Thursday at Valmoor was circled on my calendar and I needed it. It delivered exactly what it promised: great music, the right people and everything landed where it should.

No Uber would take me. I had no reception, there were no people and I had to eat carbs. I should have turned around. I didn’t.

Most people don’t dance, not because they can’t, but because they’re managing how they’re seen. So the floor fills with careful swaying or just standing around, instead of letting go.

I had no idea what I was walking into and neither should you. Some things aren’t meant to be explained beforehand.

Made it to Tra$her hours after I said I would. The crowd had thinned to the truly committed, DJ Jenna was deep in her set, and I remembered why their events never end on time.

A birthday party, a camera, and the quiet satisfaction of showing up for someone who once showed up first.

I spent the evening capturing guests at Roux’s celebration.

Thursday nights in the Boiler Room mean showing up with no theme. It’s commitment without structure. DJ Aurora's debut proved she didn't need a safety net either.

I spent some time going through everything I shot and realized how much I'd left out. The grid produces moments faster than you can catalog them.

This weekend had been relentless. I could have gone home. I went to Warehouse 21 instead and found the right people who, like me, refused to leave.

The doors opened, the music started, and the crowd looked sharper than ever. I wandered through the opening party capturing the faces of the new Tra$her.

Day two of the Friendship Valley Music Festival brought bigger crowds, longer sets, and the kind of finale that makes you glad you stayed.

If you were there, you know.

The Friendship Valley Music Fest opened with music, energy, and an amazing crowd. If you weren’t there yet, people were already wondering why.

Hard hats, concrete and controlled chaos at Valmoor. DJ Lio handled the demolition while the rest of us handled the dancefloor. Those walls never stood a chance.

This weekend the Friendship Valley Music Fest returns for its 11th edition. Two days of music, familiar faces from across the grid, and a vibe to come back for. Bring friends. Or make some there.

Tra$her doesn’t just reopen Saturday. It will detonate into a full Vegas-style world. I got early access, and got slightly overwhelmed. You’ll get it the moment you arrive.

I missed the main event, but found BARDECO, DJ Invad3r, and a crowd that obviously put in the effort. Especially the men, who made a very strong case for themselves. and against the “we have nothing to wear” narrative.

A questionable archive of moments I didn’t think too hard about at the time. Small scenes, great outfits, mild chaos, and feelings that needed to be written down. Click before I start pretending I was cooler than this.

I went to Kaho’olawe because something was happening. It turned into Target, a bad boy named Kai, and a fine I refused to understand. Paradise, apparently, comes with rules.

Join me this Tuesday at Michiel Bechir’s Gallery and step into the series. My first exhibition, featuring faces that chose to be seen, captured in the moments where intention slips into instinct.
I’d love to see you there.

The opening of the Grid Games turned focus into spectacle. With events unfolding this weekend, there’s still time to drop in, watch the intensity build, and catch a few standout moments live.