Burningman

No festival celebrates dreamers better than the legendary Burning Man Festival at the Nevada’s Black Rock Desert.

So instead of serving a flavourless birthday cake decorated with some lousy, cheapo candles we served
fire breathers that sparked the imagination. And truly fueled the Burning Man ecstasy.

Tons of desert sand, smoking plates of yummy food, firebombs and a memorable piping hot vehicle parade catapulted all party-goers onto the real playa. The ultimate playground of stilt-walking Mad Max warriors, futuristic geishas and other excentric living sculptures.

Even the thirty-headed staff, dressed up with leather aprons and wacky glasses,

completely surrendered to the tribal energy that oozed out of the spectacle.

The temperatures may not have passed a scorching 45 degrees Celsius like at Black Rock City but even without the desert sun,

we managed to heat up things. And instead of braving a ferocious dust sturm with howling winds, our burners probably faced a helluva hangover as we danced, provoked and created this magic, eclectic portal to madness, freedom and decadence into the early hours.