**What if… Broadway Nights Never Ended?**

This is the oldest photo on my phone, taken on February 29, 2024, in the hallway of my apartment 📸. Featuring my friend Martin, looking like he’s about to step into a noir film 🎬—or just head home after a night of wine 🍷 and Broadway bootlegs on YouTube 🎭. That grin? Probably from one too many glasses or one too many renditions of *Defying Gravity*.  

 He’s rocking a great combo: a thin grey quilted bomber jacket layered under a dramatic suede coat 🧥. Martin’s rarely seen without his signature baseball cap 🧢 (bald guy logic) and headphones 🎧, always ready for a podcast or a show tune.  

In the background, a glimpse of my personality: my collection of eclectic necklaces 📿 and, hanging above the door, part of my scarf collection 🧣—one from Giambattista Valli x H&M, one from Kenzo x H&M, and a Lush wrapper-turned-accessory. Details matter!  

Behind Martin’s left shoulder, there’s a mirror reflecting a framed photo I cherish: a gift from Sara Sommerfeld after *Rain Man* ended. She gave every actor a picture of themselves with the King and Queen of Sweden 👑, except… she didn’t have one with me. A little bittersweet, but still a cool keepsake.  

Funny how a random snap can hold so many stories 📖. Do you keep old photos just for nostalgia? Let me know in the comments! ⬇️  

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