Last year I was blessed with beautiful lasting memories of the psychedelic magic dusty desert that was burning man. Its an experience you cant quite describe or anticipate. We were told stories of what it might be like, things to expect but it was nothing like I imagined and yet I would probably describe my experience in the same way. It’s a festival in Nevada’s Black Rock Desert and for one week a small (well 50,000 people small) community is set up bringing art, sculpture, music and most importantly self expression. The community is completely self reliant and no money is exchanged at the festival. I will explain no more as I cant.
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| The wait. |
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| Start of the bunny march. |
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The Bunnys vs The Carrots
Capture, Inoculate, Tag!
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| An 'Art' Car...just the norm in the desert. |
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| The Man |
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| My beautiful Eve...Lizzie! |
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| The Temple |
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| The Burning Man...aka Michael Jackson |
And in total contrast to my pictures, a month after the festival French vogue had a feature on Burning Man although their pictures were, well….a hell of a lot more glamorous and cool. I hate that Burning Man has got so big to be featured in French vogue and I worry for its future when big publications are talking about it, I mean its so very special because of its following but if everyone starts to go because the fashion world says its cool who knows where it will go. Saying that it’s a secret best shared as it will make your smile a little wider and your heart a little bigger. The feature from French Vogue was beautiful none the less.
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