Words: Abi Case / Photos: credits on shot Hi. My name’s Abi. I’m the Ice Queen. You might have met me in the Ice queue. However, I’m usually backstage conducting the heaving circus that is Die Yskas. My crew and …More »
It’s been an eventful week to say the least. As I sit here in Tankwa at our base I am struggling to find where to start. So here goes… Firstly, I’d like to introduce James Mader who recently joined our …More »
Words: Daniel Stächelin / Photos: as per credit on shot The Hungry Caterburner was born out of a simple yet difficult-to-answer question: What are the consequences of mass consumption and the endless yearning to want more, of never being …More »
Words by Devin Isaacs and Travis Lyle Photos by Devin Isaacs and Mads Nørgaard The idea of inclusion sits front and centre of everything we do. “AfrikaBurn aims to be radically inclusive…” is one of the first lines anyone might read …More »
Words: Mutant Reaper / Photos: as per credit on shot My first burn was 2012, after many years of vigorously resisting my friend’s invitation. My perception was that is it a big trance party with people running around naked, …More »
We did not know what to expect and came with no expectations. We immediately felt at home once we arrived at the gates. The Elders thought it was a strange and beautiful place filled with absurdity and wonder, a dreamlike environment manifested.More »
Words by The Tim – Propaganda and Pictures from H – Prose by Anon A lot of you may not know exactly what the AfrikaBurn Bosberaad is. Neither did I. It’s hard to explain what it is, perhaps easier to …More »
It’s a festival of joy and happiness and everyone is invited. No-one judges you and you’ll feel right at home the moment you get there. We saw so many families, young and old enjoying the art and the people. If you want to express yourself then AfrikaBurn is the place to be.More »
Leave No Trace really means just that: once you’ve packed up your camp, the only thing visible should be scuff marks and footprints in the dust. No matchsticks, no cigarette butts, no string – hell, not so much as a false eyelash. Heed Princess Caralot’s MOOP tips, and sort your (camp) kak out. More »
It’s 3am, and I am standing in a metal cage somewhere on a dry lake bed in Black Rock City, Nevada. Dusty, spent, broken, and ready for more. Did I mention the cage was getting struck by lightening? Yip, from a Tesla coil, to a soundtrack of seriously macabre circus music. More »