coachella part 2

Is it the last day or the first? I'm sweaty, dirty. I can taste the grit in my teeth, feel the dust scratching my eyes. Nights of pulsing hues and forms from dancing worlds mesh with mine till we are one heaving, breathing, beautiful beast. And I want this forever. One day I will join you all on stage, a surgeon possessed, medicating you thirsty animals with my saccharine tonic. Stay thirsty, it won't be long.

Photographs and words by Cherry.

coachella part 1

Lights fight for my attention, an acid rain of lasers washing over me, pinching my pupils, hypnotising me with sensory overload. Music courses through my veins, my heart pumping a rhythm in time with this insanity, this energetic monster, this freight train. The pace quickens, and I rush to meet it. From so far away on that nebulous cloud, it comes faster and faster, a quickening I could never be ready for. And at this moment the explosion occurs- first my eyes, a burning screaming banshee trying to get out. I squeeze them tight and she travels to my chest, caged, fighting for a way out. And this prisoner incarcerated within this bony cell will not rest.

Photographs and words by Cherry.

balloons and champagne

Let's party. And to that pretty lady, Happy Birthday. x

Photographs by Cherry.

venice

I'm back baby, I'm back.

Photography by Cherry.