Victoria Lius galleri

Every screen in this city is shouting numbers tonight and I've got mine on mute — the champagne and I voted to stay in. Somewhere around the second glass, this shirt started losing arguments. Come find the missing button?

Three nights of Halloween and I'm moving at half speed — coffee first, decisions later. Suttun is at E11EVEN tonight and I'm pretending I'm not tempted. Talk me out of round four?

Dixon and Jimi Jules are trading decks at Space and nobody on this terrace is leaving before the sun does. My straps lost their argument two songs in. Come find me by the rail?

Halloween's done but Miami isn't — Día de los Muertos has me in a backless dress with mariachi waiting at the Arsht. The ink wanted one more night out. Come be my date before the dancing starts?

Horns on, paint set — the devil look won the vote and she's finally ready to misbehave. Bedouin and Seth Troxler have the Space terrace until sunrise and I'm staying for every hour of it. Come find me before the first drop?

The devil ears won the vote and I'm a woman of my word — costume's laid out and Space doesn't close until the sun comes up tonight. Come be my plus-one?

Test-running tomorrow night's paint against the ink before the real mess begins — half done and already committed. Tell me if this reads wicked or just wrecked.

Three Halloween parties in three nights and the costume decision is going badly — the devil ears are currently winning. Come over and cast the deciding vote before tomorrow night?

Squeezing in nine holes before Nicole Moudaber takes over Space tonight — the skirt is doing more work than my swing today. Come caddie for me?

Green Velvet is at Sable tonight and I'm charging my batteries the only way I know how — sun, silence, and a glass that keeps emptying itself. The top lost the argument an hour ago. Come refill my glass?