My buddy Dimitri hit me up a few days ago and asked if I wanted to come shoot the Swedish House Mafia show with some of my weird old cameras. I’ve got a bad habit of overplanning and flaking, so I said yes immediately and asked when it was—turns out, it was that night at Brooklyn Mirage. I tossed a few of my old Panasonics and a Fisher-Price PXL2000 into a bag (yes, the toy video camera), then headed out to meet him. We grabbed burgers at a spot near his place, then swung by the groups hotel down by the bottom of Central Park. From there, we all commuted to the venue in Brooklyn together.
Swedish House Mafia