The exclusive, sweet life on a paradise island in the Bahamas. So sold Fyrefestivalen. Promotional films showed supermodels who bathed with pigs, went bankruptcy in the v-formation, and fed each other with grapes. The tickets cost over 100 000 euros each and sold out immediately.
It was just a krux has. None of that was real.
But it was such a seductive dream that no one really wanted to wake up from it. Not those who tried in vain to build it in reality, against the declaration of money which never came. The person in charge, Billy McFarland, continued to promise. And when he started to get out, it was perhaps easier for the moment to get themselves a little bit to, rather than having to set up everything, and be covered with shame and miljonskulder.
It sounds like a moral tale for our time, but the question is what the moral is?
in what was aptly described as a ”Flugornas lord” but with influerare. No artists com. When the visitors arrived, there was only nödtält filled with water after the night’s rain. Their suitcases poured out from the trucks. After sunset began the plundering.
In the new Netflixdokumentären ”Fyre: The greatest party that never happened” describes to the visitors how some of the vandalized everything in its path, while the other hoarded things aimlessly: a woman came kånkande on a large bale of toilet paper, another stole the pillows. There were no lights. Almost no water. Almost no food. No way to escape. Everyone was in shock.
for our time, but the question is what the moral is? That you should not trust the young men with great self-confidence, for their self-confidence is never in proportion to their skills? That superficiality is punishing themselves? It’s nice how people are now starting to collect money to the duped building workers clearing in the Bahamas?
Perhaps there is no moral. Perhaps it is the human ability to do the grand stories of all that was the problem to begin with.
