Denmark's Famous Roskilde Festival
So I'm sitting here on Monday morning after having spent the last several days at Denmark's famous Roskilde Festival. I'm listening to Mø, drinking coffee and working on managing a killer headache that seems to want to hang out longer than I'd like. Roskilde Festival was some kind of magic, you guys. It was kind of insane. Crazy. A full on love-fest. Debauchery of sorts. So please, if your sensitive to scandalous imagery, this might not be the post for you. But I kind of love how steamy all these images turned out. It's not my typical style, but it certainly is fun to share. I wouldn't say I'm a huge festival-goer, if that's even a phrase. I like my rest. I like to be comfortable. I don't like days spent endlessly on my feet covered in mud and a belly full of fries. But the past few days at Roskilde changed my mind on festivals. It was a different kind of world where, despite horrible stormy weather, everyone was glowing from the inside out. I spent a lot of time with my partner in crime Jacqui photographing interesting people and situations at the festival on top of eating bowls and bowls of chili, sipping on gin and tonics, enjoying our media passes, dancing, laughing, hugging, hand holding, meeting incredible people and the likes. I'm pretty sure we walked something like 45km over a three day period. So sore feet we do have. And that headache. The typical aftermath of a festival. But it was all worth it. I love you, Roskilde. I'll be back. And next year, I will most certainly camp it.
Images take in collaboration with Jacqui Hogan