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Forgotten Photos from the Black Rock Roller Disco (Burning Man 2014)!

I got a lovely surprise today.. an email from Schwabel Studio and a project called the Human Light Suit – Eric Schwabel took my photo at the Black Rock Roller Disco (Burning Man) 7 months ago and finally gifted it back to me it true Burner style! Heading to your first Burn this year? Read about a ‘virgin burner’s’ experience here.

Eric Schwabel Human Light Suit Burning Man Black Rock Roller Disco

Eric Schwabel at Black Rock Roller Disco Burning Man 2014

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#NOTETOSELF – THE RAINBOW SERPENT FESTIVAL – AUSTRALIA

Last weekend a good friend of mine, Stefano Dinami, took the #NOTETOSELF project to the Rainbow Serpent Festival in Victoria, Australia.

The Rainbow Serpent Festival is a boutique electronic music, arts and lifestyle festival in Lexton, Victoria. Organisers say “it’s a fresh discovery of opportunity and escapism, a chance to connect with like-minded individuals and to celebrate nature, community and harmony”.

Photo from sonicgravy.com
Photo from sonicgravy.com

Inspired by Burning Man theme camps Stefano and his team set out to create a glitter-fuelled paradise of their own – and so the ‘Glam and Cheese Toasties’ camp was born. They offered festival-goers three unique tents for relaxing, doing yoga, drinking and most importantly;
applying glitter.

Glam and Cheese Toasties at the Rainbow Serpent Festival, Australia #NOTETOSELF
Glam and Cheese Toasties

After an important Glam and Cheese initiation ceremony on the first night (Lick glitter. Sip tequila. Eat a lemon Starburst.) the team hit the festival and got to work approaching strangers with a piece of paper and a Sharpie. The results were phenomenal. Stefano said:

“Everyone we approached was really excited about writing their future selves a letter. I also got a lot of joy out of doing it so don’t imagine it was ever a chore for me!”

According to Stefano the camps, art, music and lifestyle at Rainbow Serpent was enough to make you feel like you were in a little slice of Black Rock City – from the major EDM stages to the Bean-Bag-Babylon Camp, the roller disco, the donated-alcohol free bars and the lifestyle village hosting guided meditation, yoga and hula-hooping. Although, Rainbow Serpent did have its own unique charm with a beautiful market village as well as world music, electro-swing, cabaret, burlesque, vaudeville, circus performers and much more.

Sylvie - Rainbow Serpent Festival - Australia 2015 #NOTETOSELF

 “Our world’s population was 16,500 – big enough for a great party but small enough to see the same friendly faces day-to-day. Everyone I met was no doubt having a special time and we all wished it didn’t have to come to an end so soon – this party should last 7 days!”

Chelsea - Rainbow Serpent Festival - Australia 2015 #NOTETOSELF

See all eleven #NOTETOSELF letters from the Rainbow Serpent Festival 2015 and their wonderful owners below. See the full #NOTETOSELF gallery here.

Stefano was with me all the way while collecting these letters at Burning Man and he even received his own letter all the way from England recently. Now he’s paid it forward and at some point this year he’ll provide a bunch of strangers and friends with a fantastic gift. I can’t thank Stefano enough for his tremendous support as we spread the #NOTETOSELF project as far and wide as possible.

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WELCOME HOME – STORIES OF BURNING MAN (USA)

This week I returned from the Burning Man festival, and I’ve been racking my brains trying to figure out how to sum it up into words. No amount of survival guides, photos, videos or articles can prepare you for the moment you step out onto the playa and witness the Black Rock City skyline, or the first time you come face to face with The Man, or ride your first art car, or survive your first sandstorm, or rave your way through your first desert sunrise.

Pulse and Boom - Photo by Jim Urquhart. Burning Man. Art.
Pulse and Boom – Photo by Jim Urquhart.

I’ve heard a lot of negativity surrounding Burning Man recently, like “it’s just a bunch of hippies taking acid in the desert” or “it’s been taken over by the rich and privileged” or “it’s full of anti-establishment hypocrites.” Yep there are drugs, yep there are rich people with the luxury of WiFi and an unnecessarily large RV, and yep we’re all trying to say “fuck you” to “the man” in our own way. But whoever you are, wherever you come from, whatever your reason is for being there, it’s your burn. You can and will make it exactly what you want it to be. Nobody cares what you do or what you have in the default world. Money is nothing – you’re there in that moment and making whatever you want to out of the environment around you.

Insanity. Burning Man 2014. Art. Black Rock Desert. XSTATICWORLD.
Insanity – photo by XstaticWorld

You’re part of the environment, you’re creating every moment. From the second you receive your ticket that states ‘NO SPECTATORS’, it’s up to you to participate in the burn you want to have. Whether you want to take acid and rave until noon, do yoga as the sun rises over the temple, have an orgy, be naked all week, join the circus, make art, spin fire or just chill out with new people… you can. It’s your burn. It really is a city (I was told that on Saturday we were the 5th largest city in Nevada), and like any city there is something for everyone. We were all living our own burns alongside one another, and loving everyone along the way.

Love at Burning Man, Black Rock Desert. XSTATICWORLD.
Love – photo by XstaticWorld

What I found was a family, an appreciation for people and their stories, a love of the outdoors, a desire to create, a realisation of the things I’m capable of, 8 nights of raving and 8 days of adventure!

Burning Man 2014. Night. Rave. Fire.
The Castle – Photo by Jim Urquhart

My highlights:

Platybus and The Band
After just a couple of weeks’ preparation, leaving my job and buggering off alone, I finally touched down in Reno ready to start my journey. But the second I left the airport, saw the surrounding mountains, felt the blistering heat and spoke to the hoards of veteran burners who knew exactly what they were doing, this insane fear came over me. I’d never been more terrified in my life, and for the first time I thought “Amy, what the fuck are you doing here?” I went into a shell, and lost my ability to strike up a conversation with a stranger (generally unlike me!) But I was saved; I met Frog who told me I belonged at his camp, and so a couple of days later I arrived at Platybus and The Band. I told this new group of strangers my story, and the first thing they said was “Welcome home! Take or use whatever you want and DO NOT say thank you, because we are your family now.” And we were a family, all 120 of us from all over the world and all walks of life. We cooked and cleaned together, we got smashed together, we raved together, we jammed together, we laughed, we cried, we had a wedding (the best wedding I’ve ever been to, congratulations Felipe and Matita!). I can’t thank my Platybus family enough for their unbelievable generosity and for being the most amazing people I could have possibly found out in the desert!

Deep Playa Adventures
During the week I found a loyal adventure buddy! Stef and I set out daily on our bikes with no agenda whatsoever, just to explore. One day we ventured out to the deep playa, away from the city far out in the desert. The sand was thick in the air and we couldn’t see anything around us, until we noticed some movement off in the distance. We rode over to find an art car hosting a cheese and wine party for a small handful of burners, and after hours of riding this was the best possible thing in the world! A few minutes after we arrived, another art car showed up blasting Disney songs, and so we danced with silk to the sound of Pocahontas’s Colours of The Wind, swung on giant swings and drank wine with beautiful strangers. Riding home we saw the sun setting over the mountains, we felt the harsh winds ripping through our bikes and we smelt the dust as it covered us and everything around us. It was an unforgettable afternoon.

The First Sandstorm
We were out at Robot Heart, a sunrise rave that changed location every day and the only way to find it was to cycle the desert in search of a giant metal heart. Around 9am I was low on water so jumped on a mobile bar for a quick drink. Suddenly the bar started moving with me propped up against it. “Shit” I thought “my friends and my bike are over there.” Before I had a chance to get off the first sandstorm of the week hit – complete white-out. My only option was to ride it out on this Indian style moving bar that continued around the desert for at least an hour. I couldn’t see a few feet in front of me, all I could see was the faint outline of anonymous heads wearing dust masks and goggles opposite. One of the heads turned and handed me a bottle of JD, not a word spoken, just a silent nod and we carried on through the desert passing abandoned bikes and art sculptures not visible until we were nose to nose with them. It was an incredibly surreal experience, silently surviving the elements with faceless strangers.

The Temple –
I ventured alone to The Temple, an incredibly intricate structure built for burners to express problems or remember lost loved ones. The energy hits you as soon as you walk through the arches – I don’t think I’ve ever physically felt the emotions of other people like I did that day. Reading the messages written all over the walls and seeing the hundreds of people sitting and remembering in silence, I was completely overcome with emotion and overwhelming gratitude for my life and the people around me. On Sunday we burnt The Temple, and unlike the chaotic and animalistic party atmosphere of burning The Man on Saturday, 60 to 70 thousand people sat and were silent. Completely un-prompted nobody spoke a word, there was no music, just the sound of the temple and everything in it turning to ash. In its final moments it swiftly and silently twisted into itself and was gone, leaving nothing but a cloud of dust. Along with the thousands around me I gasped. It was like nothing I’ve ever seen before.

Gifting –
There is a common misconception that because no money is exchanged you need to bring something to trade. This isn’t the case – people genuinely want to make you happy, which in turn makes them happy, and the happiness just rolls on and on. I was given some really beautiful gifts by people who are now extremely special to me. I was also given things by people I’d never seen before and may never see again, but they were still so exceptional, and just knowing that someone genuinely wants you to have their handmade bracelet, their amazing green socks or their deep fried Oreo, is a beautiful feeling.

Likewise, the feeling of giving someone a gift with no expectation of getting something back is like watching your best friend open a Christmas present you’ve put all your effort into. Every bar, every food stall, every party, every workshop, every rave, every thing is a gift from someone else, and not once do you find yourself thinking “Oh score, free stuff.” Instead it’s “Wow, thank you for this gift”. And it’s not just things, sometimes your gift is just a great conversation, a hug, a smile or even your nudity. It may sound like a bunch of hippy nonsense to some – and yes, you do have to spend quite a lot of money to get there and enjoy it – but once you’re in it it makes so much sense.

A long-time Platybus camp mate called Bruce told me: “The best gift you can give is to carry this principle with you in the real world. Never stop gifting.”

Gifting at Burning Man - Photo by Xstatic World
Burning Man (Photo by Xstatic World)

Every minute of every day was a highlight – from the topless mimosa breakfast party to the naked foam party, the 300-person hug, dancing on a giant fire-breathing octopus, singing Bohemian Rhapsody a cappella at church while taking holy communion of whiskey and condoms, discussing my entire life with a complete stranger on board a giant shark for 3 hours before parting ways never to speak again, the Platybus Techno Tutu Tuesday rave, the 3D maze party, dancing in the thunderstorm, climbing on some of the best artwork in the world, watching The Man burn, the roller disco, climbing a mechanical beating heart, having a snowball fight in the middle of the desert, getting high and exploring, and every moment in between.

I love you burners, See you on the playa 2015.

With love, Teapot.

Burning Man

My love goes out to Alicia Cipicchio and her family following the tragic accident at this year’s event. You will be in our thoughts.

I want to hear about your burn, please tell me your stories in the comments below or on Twitter @XstaticWorld. For more photos follow me on Instagram @XstaticGibbo.

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