Sunday Synastry 2024 Closer

The final Sunday Synastry of 2024 felt like stepping into a dream...vivid, alive, and slipping away even as it unfolded. Everything about that night, the haze of the lights, the faces of friends and strangers, the pulse of the music...was saturated with meaning. I wandered through it with my camera, not to document it, but to hold onto it.

Synastry felt like a sanctuary, not in its stillness, but in its chaos. A space where people could shed their layers and find themselves in rhythm and light. On this final night, the air was charged, electric, yet tender. The glow of greens and purples danced over the crowd, softening faces into moments of quiet reflection, while vibrant blues wrapped the DJs in an almost divine aura. The haze blurred reality, turning the room into a dreamscape where time stood still.

One moment that stayed with me was seeing my friend @danakazuko on the dance floor. She was bathed in green light, her tattoos glowing like living art against the shadows. Her expression calm, but reflective...it held so much. It wasn’t joy, nor sadness, but something quieter. Something in-between. That’s what I love about spaces like this: the way they hold euphoria and introspection side by side. Capturing that frame felt like bottling a piece of the night’s soul, a reminder that even in the collective energy of the crowd, there’s room for individual moments of stillness.

The DJs were magnetic, weaving the night together with every beat. Watching them, it was clear they weren’t just performers, they were guides, holding the room in their hands. And we, the dancers, trusted them completely, moving as if the music was our shared lifeline. Every shot I took was an act of preservation, a way of saying, “This matters. You matter.”

When the night faded and the music stopped, I stayed a little longer, letting the silence settle. Looking back through the photos, I saw not just moments, but fragments of a story. A love letter to the people, the energy, the heartbeat of Synastry.