i kept looking
for a place like this.
eventually, i realised
i might have to make it.
it started with
a feeling.
meet me tomorrow started with a feeling i couldn't quite put into one category.
i wanted somewhere you could come to do something — dance, make something, have a coffee, join a workshop — without feeling like you had to leave the second it was over.
somewhere beautiful,
but not precious.
somewhere you could arrive alone and not feel strange about it. somewhere the people you kept seeing slowly stopped feeling like strangers.
i couldn't find exactly what i had in my head.
so i decided to make it.
meet me tomorrow.
i've started again more times than i thought i would.
i've lived in different places. built things. left things. loved people. lost versions of myself i thought i would always be.
there have been moments in my life when i was completely certain about what came next. and plenty when i had absolutely no idea.
but somehow, tomorrow kept coming. and i think i've always loved that about it.
tomorrow doesn't ask you to have everything figured out today.
meet me.
because so much of life happens through other people.
tomorrow.
because there is always something we haven't lived yet.
that's where the name came from. not from the idea that tomorrow will magically be better. just from knowing that it can be different.
sometimes because you decide to change something. sometimes because someone walks into your life.
and sometimes because you say yes to something small on an ordinary day and only realise much later that it changed everything.
maybe you come
for what you planned.
and stay for something
you didn't.
that's what i want to leave room for here. the things we plan. and all the things we can't.
meet me tomorrow.
bella.
i'm bella.
before mmt., photography was one of the ways i learned how much a room can change the way people feel.
i spent years photographing people — portraits, couples, proposals, and all the little moments that happen when someone forgets about the camera for a second.
and somewhere along the way, i realised i was becoming just as interested in what happened around the photograph.
the little things that happen when people feel comfortable enough to stop performing.
mmt. grew from a similar instinct. except this time, instead of creating the moment and photographing it, i wanted to create the place where moments could happen on their own.
with love,
bella
some things
matter here.
come as you are.
you don't need to know anyone. you don't need to be good at anything. you don't need a reason beyond wanting to be here.
participation over performance.
dance badly. make something imperfect. ask questions. try things.
leave room for the unexpected.
not every good evening needs an agenda. sometimes the part you remember wasn't the thing you booked.
come back.
community doesn't happen because forty strangers stand in the same room once. it happens when people return.
the room changes.
the feeling
doesn't have to.
some mornings might be quiet. some afternoons, someone's teaching something they've wanted to share for years. some nights, the music is on and nobody seems particularly interested in going home.
mmt. isn't built around one activity. it's built around what happens when you give people a room worth returning to.
eventually,
the people make the room.
i can choose the floor. the lamps. the music. what's happening on a friday night.
but i don't really get to decide what mmt. becomes. that part happens when people start bringing things into it.
have something you'd like to bring to mmt.?
tell us about it →meet me tomorrow.
at first, it's an invitation. then maybe it's something you actually start saying.
see you tomorrow.
this is only
the beginning.
meet me tomorrow.