boogie nights

late nights spent in the subterranean mazes of the underground clubs in prague:

chapeau rouge, aka "chapeau." the three-floor mecca of low lights, dirty bathrooms, and dj's spinning entrancing house music always turned into random situations at the lowest of levels. (i'm referring to, of course, spending most of our time on the bottom floor.)

lucerna, the 80s club turned party where we would dance ourselves sweaty.

and those late-night food stands offering an array of hanging sausages alongside fried delicacies such as large patties of fried cheese stuffed in buns with a ranch-like sauce. for all it's worth, a cheeseburger, really.

and there was siri, vanessa's swedish flatmate. absolutely one of the most interesting, well-traveled, and utterly intense, people i've ever met.