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 of a whopping 350 guests. 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.