Denver

Taylor Swift's The Eras Tour: Taylor-Gating in Denver /  by Liz Brown

This one was extra special; even from the parking lot, it was one of the best concerts of my life. I hope you can feel it, too.

xoxo Liz

P.S. If you see yourself and would like your photo, please email me at estorie@outlook.com (specify which image is you!). If you’d like to hire me, please email me, too. Lastly, if you’d like to support a local artist, my venmo is @estorie. If everyone I photographed sent me even just a little, I could easily pay my bills for the next month! Thank you!

P.P.S. The other nights I’ve photographed can be found here:
Tampa, night 2
Tampa, night 3
Nashville, night 1
Nashville, night 1 (the bridge)
Detroit, night 1
Denver, night 1
Los Angeles, night 3
Los Angeles, night 4
Los Angeles, night 6
LA night 6 Taylorgating & 1989 announcement

Gracie & Muna

So make the friendship bracelets…

It’s been a long time coming…

“Say you’ll remember me, standing in a nice dress, staring at the sunset, babe” I’ll never forget that feeling.

“Marjorie”

Taylor Swift's The Eras Tour: Fan Fashion, Denver night 2 /  by Liz Brown

welcome to the eras tour!

Denver was amazing: one of the longest and best days I’ve ever lived. Thank you so much for your patience as I edited and uploaded these hundreds of photos of your lovely faces and dresses. You are so creative and I wish I could do this every day, forever.

xoxo Liz

P.S. If you see yourself and would like your photo, please email me at estorie@outlook.com (specify which image is you!). If you’d like to hire me, please email me, too. Lastly, if you’d like to support a local artist, my venmo is @estorie. If everyone I photographed sent me even just a little, I could easily pay my bills for the next month! Thank you!

P.P.S. The other nights I’ve photographed can be found here:
Tampa, night 2
Tampa, night 3
Nashville, night 1
Nashville, night 1 (the bridge)
Detroit, night 1
Denver, night 1
Los Angeles, night 3
Los Angeles, night 4
Los Angeles, night 6
LA night 6 Taylorgating & 1989 announcement

…ready for it?

debut

fearless

speak now

Red

1989

Reputation

lover

folklore & evermore

Midnights

Taylor Swift's The Eras Tour: Fan Fashion, Denver night 1 /  by Liz Brown

I’ve typically divided each post by era, but I’m doing something different with this one, since I’ve got so many photos from before the show and during the show. We’ll have our intro (Taylor-gating in the parking lots beforehand), a verse for every era, a chorus (Eras Tour vibes in general), and an outro (the parking lot celebrations during the show). Thank you for letting me be a part of your best day.

xoxo Liz

P.S. If you see yourself and would like your photo, please email me at estorie@outlook.com (specify which image is you!). If you’d like to hire me, please email me, too. Lastly, if you’d like to support a local artist, my venmo is @estorie. If everyone sent me even $20, I could pay my bills for the next month! Thank you!

P.P.S. The other nights I’ve photographed can be found here:
Tampa, night 2
Tampa, night 3
Nashville, night 1
Nashville, night 1 (the bridge)
Detroit, night 1

the intro (Taylor-gating)

“You play stupid games, you win stupid prizes.” Thsi group of gals was THE most fun. They had games with prizes, a cocktail menu, Taylor’s cookie recipe, and banners. 10/10 Eras Tour parking lot setup.

An interlude: Karaoke

Some folks set up a karaoke station by one of the gates and when I say I am obsessed! It was such a pure moment, girlies singing, other folks walking by and dancing and singing along. The joy it brought was tangible, beautiful, singable.

verse 1 (debut)

verse 2 (fearless)

verse 3 (Speak Now)

verse 4 (red)

verse 5 (1989)

Chorus (the Eras Tour)

verse 6 (reputation)

verse 7 (Lover)

Verse 8 (folklore)

Verse 9 (evermore)

verse 10 (midnights)

Outro (parking lot celebration)

These two took off running shortly after I took this photo; we watched them, curious, and saw them run up the hill and into the venue—our whole section internally cheering for their success!

long live.

The Principal's Office /  by Liz Brown

I’m sitting in a coffee shop near a window, eating fried avocaodos dipped in some sort of spicy sauce and drinking Sweet Bloom’s Columbian roast, made by a barista who called me m’dear in just the perfect way—delightfully old-fashioned and endearing.

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I’m at the Principal’s Office: a coffee shop in a school that has been converted into an array of shops and cafes.  I pulled up, found a parking spot, entered through the front door, and hoped I was at the right school. Fortunately, just inside to my right there was a map that explained where each cafe was located within the building. I was relieved. I’d made it.

I swung left to an array of breads and pastries and a fresh-faced friendly fellow of about twenty. I asked him what was good. When he found out I desired coffee and food, he handed me a menu and sent me down a hallway to the left and around a corner, ending up directly behind where he was standing. “They know more about coffee over there,” he explained.

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Around that corner, the area opened up to a wall of windows facing a bar. One of the bartenders greeted me and in a moment was over the take my order. Again, my query: “I’ve never been here, but I’ve heard awesome things! What’s good?” 

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He explained that they had both pour-over coffees and milk beverages like lattes and cappuccinos. “If you want coffee, we can look at the options and figure it out together.” Then he opened the menu. “I like the salads; they have a lot of whatever is on it.” He pointed at a few. “The sandwiches are good, too.” “I like trying interesting things. What’s the most unique thing I can get? What’s something that I can’t get anywhere else?” His answer was immediate: the fried avocados. I didn’t hesitate. My entire life has been leading up to this point: drinking Denver coffee and eating fried avocados at a cafe in the mountains in the middle of the country. Practically perfect in every way (10 points if you know where that’s from).

I signed the receipt. “Thanks, m’dear! I’ll bring your coffee out to you when it’s ready.” Before long my fried avocados had arrived as well. I’d chosen a spot by the window, partly for its proximity to the light, partly for its proximity to the outlets. I’ll be here for a bit, catching up on editing and writing, and I’ll be praying. This week has changed me—is changing me—and it’s not nearly over yet.