Lipitori

A picture of a noisy evening, where the smell of gasoline mixes with perfume and the sticky sweet vibe of club lights. Everyone pretends to be the king of the stage - some with thicker chains, others with softer selfie filters. A world where looking “cool” is more important than being yourself, and where every move is like a small casting call for a music video. Here, showing off is currency, and sincerity has long since run out. But in this deliberate hustle and bustle, there is something alive - a hoarse laugh, a tired “yeah,” an attempt to hide the emptiness behind a loud bass line. A satirical portrait of a generation that is ironically proud of having seen it all, but still continues to dance.