So we got our hands on the Who What Where book and checked off the things we thought were interesting. For Tuesday, those things included getting a lesson in how to tie people up; having our bikes modified by the Pimp My Bike crew, formerly known as Mama Lillith’s Falafel Palace; checking out the hemp beauty bar; getting ourselves new outfits at the Boutique in Center Camp; … (deep breath) … visiting Martini Village for … right, martinis; … and saying hello to the lovely folks at Beaverton.
Forget the list. On the playa, other things happen. The playa will lead you where you need to go.
And that was just the morning.
We’ll see you again soon we hope. But right now it’s happy hour.
John Curley (that's me) has been Burning since the relatively late date of 2004, and in 2008 I spent the better part of a month on the playa, documenting the building and burning of Black Rock City in words and pictures. I loved it, and I've been doing it ever since.
I was a newspaper person in a previous life, and I spent many years at the San Francisco Chronicle. At the time I left, in 2007, I was the deputy managing editor in charge of Page One and the news sections of the paper. Since then, I've turned a passion for photography into a second career. I shoot for editorial, commercial and private clients. I've also taught a little bit, including two years at UC Berkeley's Graduate School of Journalism and a year at San Francisco State University.
I live on the San Mateo coast, just south of San Francisco in California.