CONVICTS III came straight from the other side of the looking glass. A silent room full of people doing things that were supposed to be loud. Surreal chandeliers and checkerboard floors that looked straight outta Alice-in-Wonderland. A confession booth for secrets both heavy and light. Two DJs where one DJ should be. The Surf Lodge serving drinks, not at The Surf Lodge. If only everyone was naked, looking for, yet unable to find their clothing, we’d’ve been sure it was all a dream.