San Remo

2025 was the apex of the dream. Now, a fallow year. The lights go out. A time for regrowth and regrouping, before the summoning of the dreamers once again. Because truly, the music never stops.

What does it mean to dance in the moment of forever? What continues to draw these seekers to San Remo is a magnetism of the blood, a feel for the proximity of fellow believers, a love of the poetry of experience and the urge to dance about it.

Temporarily gone from the physical plane, but ever-present in the minds and souls of those who found themselves within the Remo’s welcoming throng. Elusive, transitory, impossible to verify, yes. But there, at the centre of the calendar, this liminal space of the San Remo is at the heart of magic, and where the tribes will come together. Again. And again.