The following stories and blogs are, unless otherwise stated, editorials.

This is not the extent of my photo/journalistic ability or interest, simply what I pride myself most on, and what I love to share.

June 20, 2014

The Affluent Rave / Applied Anthropology story is up!!


Yes. They got combined into one story, and it's... well, pretty damn long.


But I'm pretty goddamn happy with it!


Anyway... ENJOY!

June 16, 2014

So, I'm working on two more Spring Awakening stories for sure.


Probably won't see them today, but stay tuned this week!


The first will be, as advertised during... An applied anthropological thesis comparing the Hippy Baby Boomers of yesteryear against the Raving Millennial, and the cultures of each.


And the second will likely branch off that into 'Capitalizing off the Freaks.' A more brief one that goes into the economics of Rave culture.

(And if you don't know by now... I will use 'Freak' as a term of endearment.)

June 16, 2014

After a bit of work, and notably no editing on the writing... The first photo diary from Spring Awakening is up!


Click here to find it!


(Going to work on easier navigation for the site... at some point!)



June 16, 2014

One of the most unsettling things I've ever witnessed:


The UBER Silent Disco.


This is saying a lot.


Imagine you're in a club, you can feel the movement of bodies reverberating through the floor, watch the bodies twist and groove and the DJ spin, witness the lights and strobes flash past your eyes... but you don't hear a single sound.


That was the UBER Silent Disco at Spring Awakening; wireless headphones rigged directly into the DJ's equipment. Conceptually, it's brilliant: A way of hosting a rave in, let's say, a residential basement without the cops showing up or pissing off the neighbors. In theory, you could host a party without security or restriction, and do all the drugs your brain could handle. And then some! And beer wouldn't be $10 per can. And water not $5 a bottle.


In practice, it was maddening.


I opted out of the headphones because I was feeling masochistic, I suppose; or maybe I just wanted to really catch the weirdness of it.


At the rest of the festival, it was easy to explain the weird and strange away: people lost in the movement and beat, fluttering about to the music and noise. But without the context of the music in your own ears at the time, the brain fails to make certain connections to explain this all, and you lapse into a semi-comatose state trying to rebuild your synapses.


Mind you, this all happened to me in about a span of eight seconds, so the pieces of grey matter were pretty easily picked up and I regained my sanity shortly thereafter.

June 15, 2014

I haven't been to a rave in nearly a decade. It's not my music, I like my personal space, and I don't dance unless I'm very drunk--and at $10 per beer, drunk, let alone very drunk, wasn't gonna happen.


But... this was glorious. The movement, the hypnotic entracement of thousands of people at once.


Humanity. Chaos and movement and noise and joy. Pure expression and madness... Gah. Words are still failing me for what I sat back and watched after the memory card was filled to the brim.


Expect some stories by Friday!!


(PS: Personal record, by the way: 1,108 shots taken in under seven hours. Not that... shooting like a redneck with his eyes gouged out is necessarily a good thing... but it was impressive regardless!)

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