Sydney Longstreet’s gallery

The instructor left me the studio for an extra hour. I'm still on the reformer — just not doing pilates anymore. Want to see?

Left the club an hour ago and the bass is still in my chest. Everything I wore out is on the floor and I'm out here with nothing on. Dare you to find my balcony.

Spent two hours surrounded by people who think they know what provocative looks like. None of them found this corner. Want to?

This fitting room curtain leaves about a hand's width of gap. I could fix it, but I'd rather know — would you have looked?

Studied chiaroscuro at the Bourse de Commerce and came home to make my own version. Care to see what the light found?

The whole city went quiet and left me alone with this window and nothing else on. You're still up, aren't you.

The last of the crowd picked up their blankets and went home. Mine's still here, and so am I — just with considerably less on than when the film started. Are you the type who stays after the credits?

Everyone's planning to go stargazing tonight. I've already started undressing for it. Coming?

Spent the afternoon at Paris Plages playing along with the whole American beach theme. Lasted maybe an hour before I needed a room with a lock and zero audience. Now I'm wondering if that last part should stay true.

Ended up at an esports arena tonight and I'm not ready to talk about how much I liked it. The cab home feels like the real party — you're missing it.