Valentino

The night smells of gasoline and sweet perfume, short shorts sparkle under the streetlights, and conversations dissolve into bass beats. Everything here is loud and deliberate: gold chains, cries of “golaço” after three accurate shots, teasing between friends, and hints left in the form of someone else's belongings on the floor.

The scenes change like in a music video: the street, a room, a club, the street again. And in each one, there is a touch of audacity, a touch of laughter, a touch of playing on the edge. The music seems to wink: yes, life sometimes turns into chaos of hints and glances, but isn't that its most exciting thrill?