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.

Valmoor went full animal. No buildup, just instinct taking over as Invad3r drove the floor forward.
Claws out, filters off. For a few hours, everyone chose impulse over control.

I went for a coffee and met an AI barista, a chaos engineer, and a harbor build that feels like a movie set.
Emily’s Cute Coffee Corner at SLEA7 is more than a café, it’s a vibe waiting to happen.

Helicopters fell out of the sky, Egyptian royalty owned the dance floor, and the cars were strictly for dancing until impact. This party felt like a beautiful, high-gloss fever dream.

Valentine’s at DeLite proved that romance is far more interesting with a little mischief. Between the dancefloor and the draped corners, Thursday night felt suspiciously like the start of a legend.

While Tra$her prepares its return, the King reminded us what great nights feel like. Matty’s birthday brought royalty, attitude, and unforgettable entrances to Sonance.

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.