O. S. Y.

In the midst of Oporto city there is a shopping mall that during it´s declining years was highjacked by melomaniacs that metamorphosed this place into some sort of music-pushing paradise. The moment you´re inside this 90´s ghost-looking facility, it suddenly strikes you that the former shops are now covered with thick black fabric sheets that provide some privacy to the bands, but aren´t able to conceal the gangbang of musical beats that go around there. It was in the middle of this dub-punk-hardcore-metal-folk maze that I met the jackers, just some punk rocker kids that besides fancying being naked were properly doped with high dosages of teen hormones, which made this photo-shoot resemble an old school amphetamine rush – those that besides being uncontrollable, ultimately make you sweat a fuck lot.