A year ago I returned to Second Life. For SL23B, that journey became This Is Us: an exhibition filled with portraits, nightlife, familiar faces, and the people who became part of my story.

Surrounded by velvet, dim lights, and a curious imbalance between lingerie and suits, Monday delivered a different rhythm than we one we had been promised.

A dance show, a farewell, and a grand opening. From the Amped Crew to Maya’s bittersweet goodbye and Lumina’s first night, this Saturday was everything nightlife is about.

Apparently everyone already knew that Lumina opens it doors this weekend. By the time I caught up and visited Mayonaka City, I got fed at least six times.

Sometimes the signs are everywhere and still invisible. Fortunately, online shopping is faster than self-awareness and I've been getting by on looks for years anyway.

An entire Barbie World built for a birthday, a maid shortage at The Continental, and another reminder that saying yes is usually where the trouble starts.

Rum, basslines, influence, and the occasional entrepreneur. Just another perfectly normal weekend in nightlife, with a promising new club added to the map.

Competition is healthy, most business owners agree on that. Running two competing operations from opposite sides of the same dance floor, however, can create challenges.

Great lighting, great music, and even better company. We got everything we needed to survive Monday by pretending it was still the weekend.

Between drinks, selective storytelling, and plans for the night ahead, Bardeco was the perfect landing after a Saturday that may have been a little too eventful.

We danced under the Sunvana skies, through packed dance floors and red rabbit holes, and ended under the lights of NITE, where we became part of something bigger.

Maybe we don’t exist at all. Maybe we’re only the photographs, brief flashes of light caught between darkness and dawn. I’ve lost certainty about which side of existence we are on.

When a room full of beautiful people is what I need most, I go to The Continental, where no matter how chaotic things get, everyone arrives looking incredible.

Lio is leaving and the Familia gets a few final nights to dance while holding eachother for emotional support.

My Saturday turned into an intergalactic problem involving underground clubs, particle cannons, pharmaceutical optimism and an efficient office operating from a couch.

I arrived at Valmoor already running behind, badly organized and discovered I grabbed the wrong camera, which somehow made everything look even more suspicious.

I sometimes wonder if nightlife has completely detached me from reality or merely replaced it with a better-looking simulation.

After a difficult weekend and with an upcoming exhibition killing my nervous system, I met with my dealer and accidentally ended up at a roadside bar.

Sonance reopened (again) and later at Rote Hase we handed each other disco vitamins while the evening accelerated toward future regret.

Tomorrow, the third edition of BE SEEN opens. Another selection of nightlife portraits surrounded by music and people pretending to be art critics for the evening. Come join me!