Match, Set, Flirt: The Secret Language of Tennis
Across the net, glances linger, tension hums, and somewhere between the serve and the volley, the game becomes something else entirely
Match point
There’s a moment, just before the ball meets the racket, where time stretches itself thin. A breath held, a glance exchanged.
Across the net, someone looks at you just a little too long. Maybe you look back. Maybe you don’t. Either way, it’s already happening.
top massimo dutti / skirt lacoste
top and vest paul smith / shorts zara
skirt lacoste
on nikko:
top and shorts zara / sweater benetton
Tennis has always been a game of precision, but what about the moments that escape the scoreboards?
The micro-expressions, the weight of an unspoken rivalry, and the tension that crackles through the air like static.
It’s not just about technique—it’s about control. And losing it. And knowing exactly when to let go.
More than just a rally
This is where country club tradition meets something messier, something more electric.
Vintage sweatbands soaked in effort, crisp white polos now slightly undone. The scuffed rackets that have borne witness to whispered taunts and breathless laughter.
The baseline becomes a boundary, the net a fragile divide between competition and something dangerously close to desire.
Every rally is a push and pull. A test. How far can you go before it’s too much?
When does a match become a metaphor? Love, after all, is just another game—one best played with passion, precision, and just the right amount of recklessness.
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Photography Shaira Luna
Art direction Mike Miguel
Fashion Ton Lao
Grooming Nicole Ceballos
Hair Ja Feliciano
Models Nikko Nackaerts (Mercator) and Keanna Stroh (The Audacity Management)
Fashion assistant Mel Calmante
