While Sarah was making snow angels in New York and re-enacting scenes from Dawson’s Creek in North Carolina over New Years, I headed down with 20,000 other happy campers to Tasmania to photograph The Falls Festival.
It was my second year photographing for the fine folks at Falls and it proved to be an adventure as always. Gale force winds, cold nights, freezing showers, rain, hay fever, flatulent neighbours, questionable fashion, dirty feet, bad sunburn and all that other awesome stuff that comes part and parcel with a camping festival made it one of the hardest jobs I had done that year. I’m pretty sure I used the phrase “I’m getting too old for this”, once or twice. Who am I kidding? I said it every morning whilst trying to get changed in my sagging tent and then waiting in line for an hour to shower under a cold, dribbling shower head. My mum would say “it’s character building”. To this I would retort, “I’m getting too old for this.”
Despite my morning rants whilst battling to put on my skinny jeans in a small tent, I loved the variety that shooting a music festival can bring. Surrounded by 20,000 people over three long days and nights, there’s bound to be some interesting sights.
Here’s some of my favourites.
Love Katie xo