When caught up in the maelstrom of a mosh pit, everything is a blur – stage dives, gang vocals, circle pits and flying fists. This phenomena is full of its own codes of chaos and contradictions – a moment of pure primal humanity. While it can be absolutely absurd to anyone who never dove in, it's the only place where I ever felt alive.

While hurling myself through this labyrinth of beer and sweat-soaked limbs I tend to catch still moments, frozen in time – like a snapshot. Here was the lead singer bleached in a horribly bright stage light while the crowd found itself in a dim yellow glow.