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Sunny Days in Beirut

  • May 25
  • 2 min read

Beirut is a city that stays with you long after leaving it.

Not because it tries to impress you, but because everything feels deeply alive, the streets, the music, the conversations drifting through open windows late into the night. Beauty and chaos somehow existing side by side, entirely inseparable from one another.

During our time in Beirut, we spent many afternoons at Sporting Club Beach, one of the city’s most iconic seaside clubs. A place that feels suspended somewhere between nostalgia and permanence.

Nothing there appears overly polished, which perhaps is exactly what makes it beautiful.

Saltwater drying on sun-faded railings. Plastic chairs facing the sea. Old diving boards worn smooth through decades of summers. Waiters carrying coffees and Almaza beers between tables while music drifts softly through the afternoon heat.

Sporting carries the atmosphere of a place truly lived in.

We would arrive slowly in the mornings, staying far longer than planned. Swimming in the Mediterranean, reading beneath umbrellas, sharing long lunches that gradually stretched into sunset. Time felt unusually generous there.

Some afternoons we barely spoke at all.

The sea seemed to quiet everything naturally.



What I remember most is the feeling of lightness surrounding those days. Friends asleep in the sun after swimming. Wet towels thrown over chairs. The warmth of stone beneath bare feet. Someone ordering another round almost instinctively as evening approached.

These are often the moments that shape Tom Àdam most deeply.

Not fashion weeks or formal presentations, but ordinary experiences shared with people you love, travelling together, moving slowly, discovering places that leave emotional traces behind.

The clothing itself became part of that rhythm. Loose striped shirts thrown on after swimming. Loungewear softening in the heat. Pieces worn carelessly from beach club lunches to late dinners across Beirut.

Nothing too considered. Just comfort existing naturally within the day.

The photographs feel less like a shoot and more like fragments from a summer suspended somewhere between sea air, friendship, and the endless energy of Beirut itself.

And perhaps that is what Sporting really offers.

Not escape.

But presence.



Captured in Beirut, Lebanon

 
 
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