It’s been billed as the world’s largest “festival of light” but I won’t be going to Vivid this year. Instead I will be enjoying it from the confines of my bedroom, scrolling through other people’s social media feeds. “Why would you miss such an event?!” you say.
Let me break it down for those living outside of Sydney: the Vivid Festival is basically an annual chore that involves bundling your children out into the frigid weather at dusk, just at the point when they are tired, hungry, moody and on the edge… and unleashing them on the rest of Sydney.
This is what Vivid looked like in my dreams: