Performance art and underground music melted together on the grounds of an old concrete factory to give us Henrys Dream. And it was so much better than I had dared expect, even though Molly Nilsson for unknown reasons turned up a day late and thus ended up playing Saturday night instead of Friday afternoon. Nevermind. Dorit Chrysler filled in her spot in the afternoon sun just fine with her theremin - and there were more than enough great DJs around to help me dance away any lingering disappointment. And then, of course, I got to experience these two exciting acts:
Especially Dead Skeletons at half past midnight in a massive, dimly lit factory building stood out as a haunting, out of this world experience.
Conclusion: I'll be back for the full two and a half days next year. I'd hate to leave a day early again.
Marc by Marc Jacobs dress / vintage Cacharel shirt / BZR parka /
thrifted bum bag / Le Specs sunnies / Dr. Martens chelsea boots