Lick
There’s something in the air, something sweet, something thrilling. The night is calling, and you don’t hesitate for a second. You feel it tingling, not just on your tongue, but all over. It’s a playful temptation, one that dares you to take things a step further. To follow your curiosity, even if you don’t quite know where it will take you.
Lick is a tribute to the courage of the night. To everything you touch, taste, and try. Sometimes literally, sometimes figuratively, sometimes without even realizing it. Is it a lollipop, an experience, another person? Or something you let melt under your tongue just to forget everything for a while? You know exactly what you’re craving.
At festivals, lollipops are licked like it’s a lifestyle. There are lollipops, there are people, and there are moments when you stumble upon something and think: yes, that’s what I want. You don’t always know why. You don’t always know how. But you lick, because you can, because you have to, or simply because it’s what you’re in the mood for right now. One thing’s for sure: “Let yourself be licked, because licking is good for you.”
