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18th January 2019
04:44pm GMT

Look at what you could have. Covet it. Buy it.
That could be you hanging out with impossibly beautiful bikini-clad influencer types and having a bop to the likes of blink-182, Disclosure and Major Lazer.
You could swim with pigs! You could mill around on a jet ski! You could swap campfire stories with Kendall Jenner, who will definitely be there!
In the end, there was no sign of Kendall Jenner - who was paid a cool $250,000 for a solitary Instagram post that promoted the festival - or Emily Ratajkowski or Bella Hadid, despite their campaign of sharing an "ambiguous burnt orange" tile on social media to stir up intrigue.
None of the acts on the bill would make the trip, either. Blink-182 publicly withdrew in advance, citing concerns at being unable to perform to their required optimum level. The other acts didn't even have to do that. Fyre provided their exit for them.
Among the many, many organisational calamities that befell this mess was the nature of the location itself.
At first it seemed that McFarland and company scored a real coup by securing a private island that once belonged to notorious drug lord Pablo Escobar.
The story goes that they'd agreed to purchase the land for $10 million with the intention of establishing Fyre Festival as an annual extravaganza, with the owner reportedly delighted at the possibility of a possible, significantly less murderous rebirth.
Just one thing. Don't mention Pablo Escobar. Keep him out of the marketing materials. Sound good?
Cut to the Fyre team's next social media tease explicitly selling the fantasy of living like Pablo Escobar for a weekend or two of high class debauchery and their eventual eviction from the paradise in question due to one very pissed off landlord.
The new venue would be just as good, though. Right?
Hmm, maybe not.
The above is just one of a litany of alarming, unbelievable and, at times, genuinely disturbing episodes in this great collapse.
To say much more would be to spoil the fun of digging right into such intense murk and mire.
Perhaps fittingly, Netflix's exposé is a rich affair. It boasts high production values and a glossy aesthetic. Interviewees - made up of Fyre staffers, outside help and some poor souls who attended - are filmed in lavish living spaces and complimented by flattering lighting.
Sometimes, their shock and awe feels mildly theatrical. Generally, they give good quote.
Strip back the artifice and you are left with avarice. Ja Rule comes across as a repellant human being, while the film manages to introduce a brand new villain before the credits roll.
But the buck stops with Billy McFarland, a fraud whose commitment to being a sociopath is presented in jaw-dropping fashion even after everything has come crashing down around him.
His future is decidedly less exquisite than the playgrounds he marched through without a care in the world and he should never be regarded as some kind of misunderstood visionary who deserves another shot at the big time.
His legacy, like his pathetic attempt to revolutionise the festival experience, is trash.
Let it burn.
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