One of my favorite bands of all time to photograph.
In such, they merit their very own post from Coachella.
Put on "Ain't no rest for the wicked", kick back and enjoy
A few of my favorite moments,
between sets.
Coachella 2011.
Underneath neon lights,
between dusty sunset rays,
lie the shades of silver...
Follow the dancing masses into a dusty, sweat drenched world of mustache contests and silent discos,
ferris wheels and bobble heads, magic fountains and beer gardens,
hippies and hipsters, fans and fantasy.
During the day the masses sleep off hang overs of all shapes and forms. The sweet sounds of Ray Laontagne and Old Crow filter in through the shade and sunlight of the half awake but wholly content festival goers. Dusk brings the crackling energy of another Tennessee thunderstorm, and with it the stirring anticipation of the night. Families wander back to tents, while the leaders of the night's revelry stumble out, primed and ready. Flashing lights. Sweat. Bodies. Crowd Surf. Good Vibrations. Ecstasy. Claustrophobia....
