Lectures all afternoon and then a cello recital at the Stavros Niarchos stage tonight — a soft, quiet kind of evening for once and I'm weirdly ready for it. This is about as dressed as I am so far. Come be my plus one for strings and shadows?
Lectures all afternoon and then a cello recital at the Stavros Niarchos stage tonight — a soft, quiet kind of evening for once and I'm weirdly ready for it. This is about as dressed as I am so far. Come be my plus one for strings and shadows?
Monday lectures are crawling and all I can think about is Pablo Ziegler at Half Note tonight — tango piano beats a seminar any day. The skirt stays for class, the plans after don't. Tell me you'd trade your Monday evening for mine?
Holy Fawn's first ever Greek show tonight and I got here embarrassingly early — the bar banquette and I are already settled in, drink in hand, waiting for the room to fill. Come claim the spot next to me?
The fangs came off somewhere on the walk home and the corset gave up during the last song — now it's just me, the kitchen floor, and three very unimpressed cats. Tell me you'd still be up with me?
Half my vampire costume is on and the Halloween rave has already started without me — the fangs took longer than the corset, honestly. Tell me I pull off creature of the night?
Napalm Death is at Gagarin tonight and I've been getting ready for the pit since my last lecture ended — knotted shirt, tights already torn before I even left the apartment. First grindcore show of the season, my ears are going to hate me. Come hold my spot at the front?
Ditched the library for the stables after my morning lecture — the books can wait, the horses can't. These breeches have opinions of their own and I'm not apologizing for any of them. Tell me I don't look completely out of place out here?
Hexvessel at Temple Athens tonight and I'm leaning all the way into the ritual — candles lit, incense going, dressed like I belong in a Finnish forest. The choker stays on all night, tell me it suits me?
There's a late screening at Cine Paris under the Acropolis and I'm flying out the door with my heels in my hand — the climb up Plaka is about to be interesting. Save me the seat on the end?
Underflow has that calligraphy and sound night tonight and I couldn't wait at home — already knee-deep in their crates, pulling records I absolutely don't need. Come dig through the rest with me?