We don’t talk about what happens after midnight at Gia’s

Gia has this courtyard behind her building. Terracotta floor, no lights, one hose. Don’t ask about the hose. At some point the shoot moved outside, the hair got wet, and my leopard top was the only thing left from the outfit I walked in with. October in Brooklyn at 1am hits different when ur on ur knees on cold tile. But this look in my eyes? That’s not cold. That’s “I dare u to scroll past this” 😏