I came to Micky’s wedding as a guest and instinctively reached for my camera for great ceremony: a reunion, a stunning bride who had long lived in legend, and a reception that turned into a party no one wanted to leave.

Arriving late at VICE Night Club meant stepping straight into the final heartbeat of the evening, but sometimes a handful of great tracks and the right atmosphere are all you need for a night to linger.

Every themed night at Valmoor brings out an extra layer of imagination. Dollhouse didn’t disappoint. Between the porcelain-perfect dolls and the guests who translated the theme into their own signature style, the dance floor felt more like a curated showcase than a club.

Some nights are simply worth dressing for. Live music drifting across the square, a beautifully mixed crowd, and that unmistakable energy where creativity seems to meet you at every turn.

We were gathered to celebrate Opie, Valmoor’s very own, for a birthday that promised elegance, charm, and absolutely no bad decisions.

We tried.

Another Thursday night, another Valmoor KLUBNACHT.

We were all shipped off to Neon Prison, left to survive on nothing but beats and whatever small intoxicants were smuggled in. Everyone broke out their best moves, and I’m fairly sure we all made it out alive in the end.

Pre-New Year’s forum meetup: one last warm-up before we pretend we’ll behave next year. Good company, great music, questionable dancing, and absolutely zero resolutions made.

Last weekend’s Yuletide meetup was one of those moments where posts turned into people, outfits turned into conversations, and a casual party quietly became a stack of memories. I brought my camera, got carried away, and ended up with more photos than intended.

Welcome to the slightly unfinished version of this space. Things are taking shape, ideas are piling up, and Second Life continues to be the creative playground behind it all. This is where experiments, thoughts, images, and the occasional late-night idea will land.