When the city sleeps, its a cry from the heart for the queens, the sisters, and the muse. Its a story of indelible loves and friendships to the core.
When the city sleeps, its a snapshot of our lives, of our nights, our dreams and our nightmares.
Those we follow after dawn and those we drown into the dark.
When the city sleeps, its the beauty that stares into the eyes. Its pride in the tears and the smiles.
Its the attitude, the recklessness and the drama.
When the city sleeps, its your gaze on those who make a fortune of their freedom.
Its your intimacy with those who commit to their lives until death.
When the city sleeps, its memory and hope. Its without remorse, its all of us, its you.
Hugo Kreit, Paris, 2021
