The Electric Hour

The Electric Hour

It was that time of the evening, the party was in full swing, the music had been turned up a few more notches, voices were suddenly raised, and everyone had an air of drunken, flirtatious confidence about them. The energy in the room was intoxicating. For the romantic in her it was that particular point in the evening she liked to call “The Electric Hour”.

She had known him for a number of years. He wasn’t a close friend more a casual acquaintance who moved in the same social circles as she did, but somehow he was always there.

Image: Inez van Lamsweerde & Vinoodh Matadin, Vogue Paris, May 2015.

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