Music festivals scare me. The lines for the bathroom, the $10 Miller Lites, the lack of vegetarian food, and I seem to always get stuck behind the drunk guy with really long sweaty hair whipping in my face. But these two LIVE for them and for this, I admire them. They are concert warriors. It takes a strong team to endure that hot and sweaty scene, but they thrive in it. Their home is filled with beautiful framed artwork from the festivals they have attended together from around the world. Even the throw blanket that they sleep under is a token from one of the many they have conquered. This shoot made me re-evaluate my outlook on festivals. I think I'm ready to take them on again with fierce ambition to not give a damn. Basically, to be my 17 year old self again and just go for the love of music.