- london, united kindgom.
- electric cinema: plush leather armchairs, footstools, and vintage charm. films feel like events there. it’s a good place to disappear for a few hours.
- curzon soho: arthouse films, worn velvet seats, and post-screening conversations that bleed into the night. a cinema with soul.
- the old vic theatre: walking through those doors feels like getting into a cathedral. the stage creaks underfoot, the lights hum overhead. i’ve spent hours in the empty audience seats, staring at the empty stage and feeling like it's staring back.
- nightjar: low-lit, intimate, and secretive. the cocktails are theatrical, and the music feels like it's brushing against your neck. a speakeasy that could double as a film set.
- camden market: it's the kind of place that feels like it's constantly on the edge, with a pulse all its own. the colors, the sounds, the chaos — it's the perfect kind of disorder.
- my apartment in shoreditch: open-plan, with sleek concrete floors and floor-to-ceiling windows that frame the skyline like a painting. it's a mix of high-end decoration and personal clutter, which keeps it from seeming too perfect and makes it feel lived in.
- paris, france.
- le caveau de la huchette: jazz seeps from the walls here, as if the very bricks are sweating saxophone notes. it's cramped, smoky, and perfect.
- le marais: it's a place that feels both timeless and fleeting, with antique shops full of dust-covered treasures and cafés where the minutes seem to stretch after every sip.
- père lachaise cemetery: graves of poets, painters, and dreamers scattered like an open-air museum. there's a strange kind of peace there, among ghosts whose stories have outlived themselves.
- palais garnier: there's something overwhelming about the weight of centuries of performances echoing off gold and marble. standing in the shadows of chandeliers and carved angels, i’ve felt both insignificant and infinite, which seems like the perfect balance for someone who lives half their life under spotlights.
- new orleans, united states.
- preservation hall: no microphones, no flashy lights, just raw, unfiltered jazz in a room that feels like it's held its breath for decades. it's pure magic.
- the carousel bar and lounge: a bar that spins slowly, almost imperceptibly, like it’s playing a trick on you. the drinks are cold, the conversations warm, and the whole place feels like something out of a dream you can't quite remember.
- st. louis cemetery: white tombs stacked like uneven teeth, voodoo offerings tucked into cracks, and the air heavy with stories whispered between the living and the dead. it’s haunting, but never hostile.
- new york, united states.
- blue note: this place has a magnetic pull. maybe it’s the history, maybe it’s the music, but the moment you step in, you’re caught in something special.
- death & company: it's a sanctuary for those who know the secret to a perfect drink and the art of leaving the world behind.
- please don’t tell: a speakeasy that lives up to its name. the vibe is all about quiet conversations and moments that are almost too personal to share.
- the museum of modern art: if you can't find something that speaks to you here, you're not really looking. every piece in there is like a conversation waiting to happen, and that never ceases to amaze me.
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