On The Perfect Side Of Dingy

Black satin, bass, and blood

Martina D.
2 min readSep 25, 2022
All-black-everything. /Photo: me.

Walking out the door, we squint against the surprising brightness of day. We wait to regroup, then take a picture. We look fresh as daisies. We definitely should not. It’s 6:30 am.

Electrowerkz, an old metal works warehouse and yard dating all the way back to Victorian times, where drinks are still cheap and nights still long, looks even more imposing in the morning light. Edgy. On the perfect side of dingy. Like things happen in there.

We giggle. They do.

We meet for drinks in a friend’s flat nearby first. Our husbands are all away for work. Not that we wouldn’t have gone out otherwise. But it does give the night an edge. The boys have a giant G&T ready for me and it couldn’t possibly be any more delicious.

We’re so buzzing catching up that we don’t leave the flat until after midnight. We join the queue, which shimmers in the streetlights with black satin, leather, and lace. I pose for the front door security snap like it’s a photoshoot. The guy laughs. The one next to him gives me eyes. The bass is already shaking the walls hard.

We realize we just missed Leeroy, who used to be with The Prodigy in the 90’s, djing. Why the hell would he be on so early?

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Martina D.

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