Photographed for Stern magazine.
It rumbles, it crashes, it flashes: every summer, hundreds of thousands dive headfirst into the ecstatic chaos of German music festivals – or into the mud. At the Kosmonaut Festival near Chemnitz, the sky is clear, the smell of bratwurst and hash drifts through the air, and the music plays not just to be heard, but to be lived. From makeshift beer-bottle games and cooling pools to unexpected moments of festival art, the experience is raw, playful, and unforgettable.
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