There she was lingering by herself near the cardboard trash can lined with plastic. It was Coachella 2006, April 29th, Saturday night and I had run down to take pictures towards the fence that kept us people in the V.I.P. area from having to interact with all the people who were actually enjoying the show, compared to the people around me who looked more like they were there to make connections.
Depeche Mode was playing and I took over to my right on the other side of the fence and saw her. Her throat was swallowing spasticly and I knew what was coming. She bent over, but only came up with a dry heave. A few seconds later she bent down again and sprayed a pink watery liquid in a manner that almost looked fake...like when you see a person throw up on tv and they have their hand by their mouth where a hose is hidden up their sleeve.
She was bathed in blue light and the pink liquid contrasted brilliantly. It was the first time I ever saw somebody throw up and didn't gag myself. It's wasn't beautiful. It just perfectly stated what I had thought of this year's festival.
Depeche Mode was playing and I took over to my right on the other side of the fence and saw her. Her throat was swallowing spasticly and I knew what was coming. She bent over, but only came up with a dry heave. A few seconds later she bent down again and sprayed a pink watery liquid in a manner that almost looked fake...like when you see a person throw up on tv and they have their hand by their mouth where a hose is hidden up their sleeve.
She was bathed in blue light and the pink liquid contrasted brilliantly. It was the first time I ever saw somebody throw up and didn't gag myself. It's wasn't beautiful. It just perfectly stated what I had thought of this year's festival.
Maybe next years' show will be better?