Melody

In the neon-lit clubs of Montreal, Melody navigates the complex ecosystem of her profession. Her nights are spent under the stage lights, a world defined by cash tips and the watchful eyes of patrons. The days offer a different rhythm, filled with the mundane realities of rent and personal relationships. The work is physically demanding, a constant negotiation between performance and self-preservation. Her story unfolds without glamour or moral judgment, simply documenting the textures of her life. The air in the dressing room smells of hairspray and cigarette smoke.