Burning Man, the desert-bound festival in the Black Rock Desert, Nevada, should be a hippy dream. Held every year in the middle of absolute nowhere (but still near California), people come along and set up tents in a massive semi-circle, everyone CYCLES everywhere, and steam-punk outfits are the order of the day, every day. It pretty much inspired the aesthetic for Mad Max: Fury Road and that's a good thing in a gross way. It's named Burning Man because, on the Saturday of the week-long festival, a massive wooden statue in the shape of a man is set alight, and it's the sort of place you can expect white people with dreadlocks to do fire-poi and talk about ayahuasca, the indigenous South American leaf-tea that makes you vomit and hallucinate in a totally far-out, therapeutical way.
The ethos of the festival is so utterly hippy that it has ten practical commandments; Radical Inclusion, Gifting, Decommodification, Radical Self-reliance, Radical self-expression (they like things being super rad), Communal Effort, Civic Responsibility, Leaving No Trace, Participation and Immediacy.
Why are we telling you all this? Well, because Burning Man has entered a new stage in its existence, because PARIS FUCKING HILTON turned up! Taking a week off from her Ibiza residency at Amnesia (she plays at a night called Foam & Diamonds, spraying adoring fans with foam at the end of the night), she spent her time in Nevada with her little brother Barron and Cara and Poppy Delevingne.
And here's the fun they brought to the desert whilst adhering to every single stipulation of Burning Man's principles!
Radical self-expression!
Pink! Green! A glo-stick, big thumping great platform boots! Tassles! A PINK GLOVE and, of course, diamente sunglasses at night! This IS radical and it is self-expression!
** Civic Responsibility!**
Look, she's taking time to hang out with the little people! If that doesn't spell responsibility for civilians then well, strike us down with a wafty kaftan!
Leaving no trace!
If you do all your walking on top of a specially formatted and updated car, there's no way your footprints will be left behind!
Radical self-reliance!
Paris doesn't need no man, brother or Delevingne to help her move this contraption along the desert, oh no. She can charge it along all by her self. Watch how the camera is practically on the floor, because she's put it there on timer!
Gifting!
Paris didn't only gift herself to a week off in the desert, but gifted us to the joy of seeing these wonderful photos. Because as much as she loves her life, we love it, too!
Immediacy!
Not only has Paris turned Burning Man, which totally would have been ruined if the only celebrity to turn up was perma-waxed meat-head centaur Dan Bilzerian, into something IMMEDIATELY cool again, she uploaded her images IMMEDIATELY. There's nothing more annoying than that person who goes on holiday, or has a half decent night out, then spends the next day uploading, in quick succession, a whole slew of hazy, pixelly images to their Instagram. For posting immediately, Paris gave us such joy.
Thank you so much, please can we come next time?
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This article originally appeared on The Debrief.