Our second Splash House experience was one of reunions and rediscoveries. We came across our Spanish amigo (who we first met with crutches) fully healed and just as ready to party. The mystery photographer we captured last year (a portrait we posted and reposted without knowing his identity) wandered the same backstage area we did. And, of course, we hurried back to our favorite candy-coated hotel, The Saguaro, for a long awaited photo op. This year, we were pleased to see the crowds grow, impressed with the more efficiently fit layout, and a bit disappointed with its slightly less appealing aesthetic.
Splash House is evolving and aiming to better itself each year. One of our favorite artists, who went from interviewee to friend, funked up the Riviera stage on Saturday. The producer, starRo, brought an alternative sound to the house, contrasting the rainbow scenery with head-to-toe black and a touch of polkadots. Is Splash House the best place to experiment with sound? Maybe not. But the crowd seemed to pretty much keep partying no matter what they heard, and starRo stayed true to his diverse roots and signature style. Through their lineup, the festival is constantly finding a balance between catering to their audience and still booking djs and producers who push and challenge taste.
Los Angeles based artists were scattered amongst the floaties and bikinis. We sipped some rum with Tommii Lim as he gave us a sneak peek into his process, and snapped some poolside selfies with Kero Uno and his crew. The no-stress desert vibe misted through the air, and as the sun set, even those bits of city people still attempting to network and chat (aka us) cooled off and kicked it, swaying along with the waves of half-naked bodies. It’s kind of hard to resist the atmosphere of Splash House. Once you make the drive out, organize your accommodations and pack your favorite pair of booty shorts, the living and partying is easy.