After a few summers of experimentation, I realized I’m not cut out for that festival life. I don’t like sweating, or jam bands or dirt or waiting in lines for overpriced bottled water and I am afraid of getting smacked in the face with a hula hoop. Also, last time I went to Camp Bisco a little hippie girl gave me some bad drugs once (never trust anyone who says “classic raver”) and my friends were too busy being exhausted from the heat aka high to see half of the acts I wanted to catch. It wasn’t all that fun.
So I was hesitant when the prospect of going back this year came up, but I’m glad went anyway. I got to catch up with some old friends and make some new and I didn’t have to pay for overpriced water bottles, yay! Hope you had a chance to make it there but if you didn’t, check out our Instagram accounts—especially my kinsfolk Lamour Supreme who painted a dope wall in this pyramid of art that was up to make sure you had pretty shit to look at while you were tripping. Which you were because like, I saw you. Especially if you had one of those poles with random crap attached to the end a la Bob Saget, a giant taco, and a life size Barbie head. Y’all crazy.
Our boy Flux Pavilion took to the stage with his DEATH shades but can totally see you better now.
Trap gods/style icons Flosstradamus taught me how to turn up. Still turnt. Help me.
This little dude was hangin’ backstage. He loves dancing and jumping around and I can’t remember his name but he is 11 years old and thought our stickers were re ally cool and loves coming to festivals with his dad. The amount of kandi he has concerns me but hey. Not my kid.
Finally found this guy after an eventful Thursday night. This is day two of Lamour’s painting (top center)
NYC nightlife photographer extraordinare Nicky Digital: best mustache in town. Check out his photos in the next few days for actual quality rather than my own polaroid tinkering.
Paper Diamond taking fashion to prehistoric heights in our beloved Jurassic button-up (plus Lamour who’s Grilled Lobster bucket hat was the literal headliner of Camp Bisco to be honest)
I was ready to go home Saturday but stayed to hang with Danny Brown and Skywlkr who are impossible to have a bad time with. Also, Danny is the only person who I will admit had better hair than I did this weekend.
Three white girls in black wobbling around the stage: say what’s up to Cocaine Jane, me, and my homegirl Amber. Danny took this photo so even though his hair was better than mine we can deduce I take better pictures.
I’ve been a little critical of the electro house scene and usually skip anything of the sort, but Congorock is always the exception to the rule. Also Italians are the most polite and friendly people ever. Yung Americans- take note.
This photo featuring the Zeds Dead boys (and their agent Cody- very creative with the double Keep Watch look) pretty much sums up the whole weekend. Get weird with your friends and get wild to some good music. Until next time, everyone- ohaileigh