Death Grips, Trabendo, Paris, 5/12/2013

The most otherworldly show I’ve ever been to. I went alone. My hair was right below my chin and bleached blonde. It was so dark and steamy and surreal. The set was short and intense and he disappeared after. The lights came on and everyone dispersed in a daze, without speaking.

I walked back to the metro station alone and in the exciting chill of a spring night in Paris (just a bit warmer than Maine).

All stills taken from a video from YouTube. My hand can be seen in the bottom right of the last two shots.