LONDNR records the first night-out in a long time…
Synchronised sweating and making out with strangers. Light the fags, lift your arms. Cigarette, dance, cigarette, dance.
Return of the Night Out is a recipe of many things. It is: Return of Friendships in Female Bathrooms. It is: gossiping on corner couches, arguments, shoving crowds, and tinny laughter. Tequila and sambuca scorching its route to our stomachs. Quick-bite green-lime. Mix drink with fingers.
London is alive again, in satisfying chaos. Electric lights illuminate people who waited 18 months to feel music pulse through them. From Peckham to Camden, Brixton to Hackney Wick, solidarity reverberates across the network of clubs restricted for so long.
Light the fags, lift your arms. Cigarette, dance, cigarette, dance. Rubbing our backs against strangers, poking elbows, wobbly knees and stepped-on toes. ‘Is this the fun we missed?’ Our blurred minds ask. We catch our friend’s eye.
‘Yes’ is the unspoken, the obvious reply.
Photography by Sibelle Saglam
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