“I’ll go to the end of the street. It’ll depend on the moon” - simone

“the moon is trans” - j. jennifer espinoza

like a clandestine glimpse through a curtain, allowing you to catch an aperçu of a febrile dreamscape — a tenebrous splendor in the Parisian night, where neon lights and shadowy corners cast their own specific beauty as we excavate the complexities of freedom, finding splendor in the everyday while acknowledging the persistent tensions of gendered space && disrupting…