Night 001 was a Tuesday
In the autumn of 2016 we rented a first-floor room off Sıraselviler with a scuffed parquet and one dim lamp. Twelve people came who had never danced. We pinned the first photograph to the wall and wrote a number on the border.
We never took it down. Every milonga since has been photographed on film, printed small, and clipped beside the last one. The wall is now three metres of black-and-white — a record of who leaned into whom, and when.
— lead and follow, filed by feeling








