woolstock – a photo essay

every year me and a bunch of my friends take the weekend to drive through country that looks like this:

then we get all dressed up in some on-theme ensemble and pose like this:

then we sit and eat cheese and drink champagne and wait for the sun to go down like this:

then it’s time for the fun to begin and we jump on stage and rock the party, something like this:

and party in the paddock all nite, taking photos like this:

and then we crawl back to our tents and sleep next to the campfire like this:

it’s the biggest little music festival this side of dubbo.  it’s a night of getting all your friends together and remembering that you’re not too old to have fun in a paddock and drink too much champagne and get on stage in a kaftan.  and that, my friends, is something well worth remembering.


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