Morning Gloryville threw a shamanic unrise party to celebrate the longest day of the year.
Early starts, sobriety, heights, mysticism – this morning’s sold-out solstice session, high above London on the Shard’s 72nd floor, was a powerful combination of my least favourite things. But lucky for you, I checked it out for you anyway!
As the sun started to rise at 4.43am…
There were… GONGS.
There was contemplation, which also looks quite like everyone has just been told off.
And as the sun rose higher…
…there was some vaguely creepy chanting?
HAIL AND WELCOME THE ENERGIES OF FIRE AND THE SOUTH. Um do I have to? I think I might go get a smoothie.
There was a bit of yoga-ing about the place.
Very nice it was too.
And then, hooray, it was time for a dance.
In the absence of harder stimulants, the volume was simply set to BLEEDING EARDRUMS.
But those as chronically inhibited as me could just enjoy the sweet sunrise instead.
Good solstice guys.