A whole night of organised chaosbatteries running out on lapels.lone cigarettes lit in cornersfrustration and enthusiasm in alternate waves. The crew squawks loudercompeting with birds as dawn sets.12 hours turn to 14, then 16no one blinks an eye, bereft. The sun takes centre stage, pushing away ideal grey,the director looks on in horrorDOP chimes in, and swears. […]
WILDsound Festival 