Through the eye of Myriam Boulos, the pleasure of transgression is captured through the collective dreams of post-war Lebanon. The insolence, the shamelessness and the grace of drunk bodies is uncompromisingly depicted. A tongue-kiss on flash, an almost full-moon, a woman peacefully standing on a car hood, an empty billboard – the reality of Beirut strikes without taking its sensuality away. Fire, broken glass and a shirtless hooded face speak more than well-articulated slogans.