This ain't Vegas

It ain’t the smell, the color or the touch. It ain’t the way the candles melt when you look the other way. It ain’t the way I let your silhouette stalk me. It ain’t the desperate 3:00 am prayers on the speaker of your phone either. What it is is the pleasure of the act… the thirst for blood… the city. It is the goddamn city I’m telling you.

text: Hussam Taha

photography: nadsat orange

video: nadsat orange

in these pictures: Hossam, Najeeb and Ahmad

music: Perfume Genius-Floating Spit