Like wandering a circus funhouse on acid, Power Plant XX: Carousal proved to, once again, be the excessive and over-the-top bawdy art bash we’ve grown to love. We came for the fashion, the donuts, the meat, the booze, the selfies, the thrashing tunes, the gregarious convo, and…oh yeah…the art. This year had a circus bent, which meant more people wore pinstripes than usual, and we all felt comfy being a little less tame.
Congrats to The Power Plant, the Power Ball committee, and all the event organizers and artists that helped make this a truly experiential night. We’ll be back. Roar.