VIANO

Somewhere between the phone's "Hello" and the rumble of the bass, life turns into a series of short flashes - the sparkle of glasses, the neon lights of signs, the movement of bodies under the smoke of the machines and the gazes. Everything here is a bit too much: the music, the money, the bodies, the confidence. A world where feelings are measured in bpm and loyalty in battery percentage. It's not about love, but about its reflection in the black Viano's glass, where everything is beautiful, expensive, and temporary. And let tomorrow be "paranoia" again, today everything is under control - the music is louder, the head is held higher, the rhythm is stronger.