Blog: Quit Mumbling

To wait in the misshapen globule of a line for a full hour while the dust begins to settle into every crevice of your body, as aided by an already glistening film of sweat, is at once the beauty and the chaos of FYF Fest. The tradition of lax security and stoney organizing has made for an annual pilgrimage attracting both the excitement of mid teen valley kids, and the more composed elitism of Echo Park dwellers. FYF moves LA past these neighborhood skirmishes, and has been able inspire a citywide refuge of daylong destitute, showcasing some of [...]