Think about asking any seven year old you know to describe the coolest car they could possibly think of. It may go something like this:
“Well, first off, it wouldn’t be a car… it’d be a boat, but it could also go on land. Second, it’d have to be big enough for all my friends to come along. And because it’s a boat, naturally there would be giant sea creatures too that would chase it around. And they could probably breath fire and go really fast and be forty feet tall and there would be tons of shiny lights and fun music, but also couches where I could sleep if I got tired and lots of free candy and food for everyone.”
Now, give that kid the ability to execute their idea, multiply them by 70,000, and that is Burning Man.
Before attending, my idea of Burning Man was almost entirely pessimistic. Thanks to media saturation of negative reports, I was convinced that over-privileged techies, scenesters, and corporate influence had invaded the once eccentric festival.
Thankfully, I was wrong.
The Hustle Went to Black Rock City. This is what we saw and thought.
