Costumes in tow, a keg in the shower and micro-soft white sand, I had arrived at Burning Man in Black Rock City Nevada. Structures of creativity erected in honor of all that is rebellious, deafening sound systems and the independent feeling of a gift economy all culminated from years of flame-throwing, gun poppin’ survivalists joining forces in the desert. Jolly Roger duct tape, monster slippers and a willingness is all you need…oh yes, and a bit of adventure never hurts. Any desire to lose your top and go for a bike ride?
Photograph copyright (c) Trevi Bennett
Wow, please share more of Burning Man… I’ve read about it in Wired Mag. But have yet to experience it first hand… Woodstock meets Independence Day….?
Upon arrival everyone gets a program that includes all of the art exhibits, classes, and activities…this is the most fun, deciding to learn how to spin poi, or visiting the local PHD (pelvic hair designer), getting body painted or simply stepping into a vat of food coloring (seriously there are some colorful naked people out there!) The first year I went by the end I finally loosened up and rode in the infamous topless bike ride…it’s like unwinding from a whole lifetime of limitations. I could go on and on…xxoo