I remember waking up at 4 am that first October in 1994 to the sounds of people, thousands as it turned out, gently moving past our van. There had been no available hotels and my friend David wanted to be sure we did not miss the morning launch so we parked in front of the entrance late the night before. Outside the van it was cold and dark.
These images made with a Holga camera using black and white film show what that day felt like. Years later, in 2010, I was finally able to return and once again use the Holga and black and white film. Many of the earlier balloons were not there that second time through a fair number remained. New, more animated characters replaced the liquor and cigarette balloons. But the dark deep surreal brown remained.
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