It was the best of times... It was the worst of times... It was the Diplo show.
Imagine standing directly in front of a major DJ having the time of your life shooting photos and having your bones vibrating along with the hard hitting bass being produced out of his speakers. Your standing on the barrier that separates yourself from the crowd to capture images of this incredibly diverse sea of people while security guards are holding your back to keep you stable. Next to you, there's a constant stream of limp bodies being pulled out of the crowd and escorted to safety.
Next thing you know those same guards who were helping you earlier are herding you and all your photographer friends out into the rave world and away from your safe little media pit bubble. Immediately you're sardined between sweaty bodies (According to Diplo's insta post, there were 25,000 of them) and suffocated by smoke. Lucky for me, I'm 5'11" so I could spot and keep track of my friends that were being pulled away from me. Unlucky for me, I am a twig. So I don't have a ton of weight behind me to keep people from pushing me further and further away from my group. Finally I gave up trying to direct myself in any certain direction and ended up drifting to the more mellow outskirts of this insane ocean of humans. Things got more enjoyable from there. I met up with my buddy Burke again and hopped on his shoulders to let the electronic mixes take me over.