I was dripping with sweat on the dance floor Saturday, two in the morning, packed like a sardine (you can finish the rest of the Radiohead reference), searching for pools of light, straining my eyes to focus my lens, averting my gaze from the fucked up and and lustful... but, you know, despite the awkwardness and difficulty of it all, there isn't much to complain about when you get free access to a Lollapalooza after party, DJed by Jamie from the xx.
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