following a barrage of increasingly loud rumors following a bizarre blind item alluding more openly to the creative center stage here than many others, whispers among even her relatively small 'fanbase' on socials became a daily recurrence, ranging from deep concerns as to its truth to the equivalents of tonal eyerolls through assertions of obvious trolling, anonymous eccentric & electronic-ambient 'sound artist' TWINLESS is set to take on one of our newest venues on site, the multimurpose assortment of studios all unconventional artists know to be THE CANVAS, recently established in los angeles' downtown area after high demand from those who'd experienced its near-endless variety & flexibility in its original NYC location. but don't get it twisted, this underground night into daybreak event intends to keep all of its attendees in fierce competition with the city that never sleeps by taking in the specially-designed immersive art space's two separate wonderlands to the soundscape of two brand new tracks, what yapper communities think indicative of an album in the works.
with animal-themed masks as a must for entry once guests descend the mirrorlike spiral staircase into what's just as much a rave as it is an exhibition of contemporary dance & oddities of visual arts designed to bring back outlines of sugar-rimmed memories from way back when, prompted to scrawl a secret they've never told anyone into the guestbook without leaving as much as an initial in the spirit of juvenile little scandals & secrets of better days, the ones once whispered giddily at slumber parties. think rave strobelight daydream that lasts too long. a true evocation of alice in wonderland's looking glass through masquerade, cotton candy's dissolving-disappearing act when vodka spills & seeps in easily & eats at spun sugar like it was starved the whole while. 'it's, like, our own carnival!' energy, the sort of sketchy party you got invited to by means of a collaged graphic & directions from [email protected]. odd. you don't anticipate any headlines internationally, no outright tragedies, it's not that deep! it's just definitely giving a destined-to-spiral-further-downhill vibe that esteemed figures might NOT be considered as polished as they seemed prior to attending just for shots captured by some paparazzo in a bush of them entering the door. but with a solid enough mask & fueling confidence however you see fit, this is the playground of precious moments dolls on POTENT lsd tabs. a house party in some party-city's strewn together nirvana, wearing lace, iridescent glitter, & an array of pastels. & even in imagining how the night may unfold, you have a gut feeling you can't explain, nor can you seem to shake. . . . whatever! even if you attend with a sigh, it's FAR better than #FOMO, plus you have, at the least, knowledge you'll likely leave with a funny story for a call with an old friend you keep in touch with from your hometown.
& yeah, when the walls start bleeding? you DEFINITELY will.
want in on the party? have an itch to see what's behind the lenses of some of LA's lost angels ? especially living in the age of mass-surveillance, AI, & fandom culture's questionable ethics, it's certainly not all luxury. especially with your likeness, which may as well be your entire existence, on the line for anyone with a prompt to type to use as their puppet or for capital to inevitably exploit.
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