I love how a carnival transforms at night. During the day you notice its imperfections, the wear and tear of travel from city to city over the years. But when the sun goes down, it comes alive. All you see are the twinkle of the lights. All you feel is the warm summer night air. The prizes seem bigger and better, the rides seem higher and faster.
When you finally escape from the maze of games and lights, on a cotton candy sugar high, you already can’t wait for next summer when the magic returns.
Photos by Samuel Lippke
White romper by Della Los Angeles
Tiger muscle tank by Urban Outfitters
Shorts by Three of Something
Sunglasses by Spektre
Coin necklace by Ax and apple