HORNIES

HONIES is not a trend forecast. HONIES is not clean. HONIES comes from queer archives. from basements, pirate parties, hidden bars, DIY venues, afterhours, temporary worlds. from the places queer people built for themselves when there was nowhere else to go. the dancefloor as shelter. the outfit as rebellion. performance as survival. HONIES is a place for the weird little angels. for the creatures. for the divas with cracked makeup and broken wings. for people dressed as the version of themselves they were always told was “too much.” we want SILLY. we want DRAMA. we want homemade glamour, synthetic tears, ugly beauty, cyber fairy trash, divine cringe, lipstick on cigarettes, fake fur in summer, sweat, chaos, cheap glitter, impossible silhouettes. dress up. seriously. this is your excuse to become 10000% yourself or someone else completely. a hidden part of you. the person that only exists at 4am in the bathroom mirror. in a city obsessed with coolness, irony and spectators, HONIES is for participation. for transformation. for queer creativity without permission. a temporary safe space to shine too hard. to feel protected while becoming unreal. to try out another self. to finally be seen by people who get it. live electro. underground pulse. punk hearts. basement fantasy. we need this in berlin right now. not to follow a scene. to continue an archive. NO NORMAL ENERGY. ARKAODA HONIES come unreal.