justice/oslo festivals in general usually means drowning in hipster-neon-hell (i cant believe people are still doing that), so i tried to protect myself by wearing all gray and beige. eh. i thought i hated beige, but i recently bought a larger amount of beige clothes, so... i guess i like it. ehh. i'm not sure what happened.
(for those of you who wondered what my camera looks like; i hope you're impressed)
smart as we are, we decided to place outselves right in front of the scene.
fleurette gets it with the polkadots
but on justice we almost died. for real!!! the day after it felt like all my ribs were broken, and i have bruises on my hip bones. ouch. but it was rather amazing to have them so close up, i've managed to miss them all the other times they've been here. and i got to practice my i-cant-move-a-finger-dancing.
so luckily we survived and hooked up with a very cute but very drunk friend so we took her home.