Somewhere ticking beneath your surface waiting to come and play is your night self, where everything is black and white, no in-betweens or maybes. A world, a you, who only knows yes and no. A place with conviction. In this exclusive editorial by Dirk Mai, Julia Friedman moves and twists from form to form in a siren kind of song, calling out her night self. Her body will not allow us look away. She is other realm and night dreams. She is calling upon the crevices in each of us, those darker voices you pretend not to hear as you act human, those whispered wants, and locked doors you haven’t yet dared to open – as you drive to work, and you read your news, and you sip your cocktail.
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