What's the one place on Earth so magical that you can see titties, butt cheeks, and creepy man-horses, all while wearing the contents of a sixth-grade girl's friendship bracelet box?
That's right! Ultra Music Festival, the land to which people from all over the world travel to show off their freshly tanned skin and color coordination, and weekend one saw lots of risky moves pulled off on both the dance floor and the runway.
Well, there isn't really a runway. It's more like a clusterfuck of rainbow insanity on a garbage-strewn grassy field. But who can even tell the difference?