THE BURN 2003

Our Camp

We camped at 8:30 and Reality in the middle of a crew of Russian emigres who immediately tried to subvert us with Vodka and chilled fruits, obviously some kind of Commie plot! I had to counter their evil machinations by trading shots of reposado tequila with their Commissar until he had to crawl back to his camp.Score one for the U.S.A.!

Black Rock City

I think those Russkies must have put something in that vodka cause the pictures I took as I went out on the playa seemed to be taken from a great height!! When I finally got my feet back on the ground I stumbled over the rotting carcass of my ol' buddy Hippy. I had warned him that he had to carry something to drink besides his squeeze bottle of Jack Daniels. I decided he was moop (matter out of place) that DPW would have to clean up. My Russian comrades had come up in my estimation considerably and I decided that DPW personnel were sure handy to have around too!

Playa Art, Performance Art

The platform the Man was standing on was an impressive pyramid of plywood and canvas. At night it glowed from within and on the night of the burn it's sheer square footage made it the most spectacular burn I've seen to date. As usual I started the week planning on getting pic's of all the playa art and theme camps and after about a day of that it's all Bicycle Butts and topless cuties.

Mutant Vehicles

There were a lot of art-cars with a distinctly nautical theme that must have been recycled from last year, but when you have a piece of work like the Contessa it must be hard to change a thing.

Center Camp Cafe

There was always something happening at center camp, belly dance classes, performance art, poetry harangues, body painting, and the best $2 coffee on the playa. DPW built the tent that housed the center camp cafe and it was a light, airy, artful construction, the largest structure on the playa. Some of the best art was on display there and it was a natural gathering place.

Theme Camps

Some of the theme camps actually had a theme, but others were typical black rock city mindfucks that made you wonder what the hell THAT was about! Most of the glitzy camps were on the Esplanade, but there was nothing glamorous about
Death Guilds, ThunderDome.

Dotties Friends

Critical Tits

Maybe you've heard of a big bicycle marathon called "Critical Mass" , well this is an all womens topless bicycle parade called "Critical Tits". I don't know what it means but I liked it.

Pinkys

One of these girls is the actual Pinky but I don't know his real name so I won't bother with captions on these pictures, they speak for themselves.
Dottie and I gave away 2 gallons of everclear soaked cherry bombs and Dottie was laying the girls out on the bar and serving the cherrys to willing participants out of the girls navels,...and then their bras,...and then their panties. I got too drunk off those cherrys to get on the bar and dance myself. We arranged to camp a block from Pinkys so we always had someone to drink with.