Last week we wished Alison Wonderland a very happy birthday by looking at some of our favourite moments on the road, and this week we’ve dug back into our photographic archives to celebrate another dance producer we’re proud to call a mate: Dillon Francis.

It’s been nearly three years since we bumped into Dillon Francis on Sydney Harbour, and since then we’ve shot his shows around the country, as well as Europe and the United States. Outside of production and a mental live show, he’s also the biggest larrikin in dance music – his social media accounts will confirm that he’s a juvenile spirit with unlimited banter and an arsenal of jokes at his disposal.

Basically, Dillon is a good time, and on his birthday we’ve collected some of our favourite moments featuring shoeys, budgie smugglers and mini shakas. See it all here:

We first met Dillon Francis when he was here for the Big Day Out (RIP) back in January 2014. He played a boat cruise and got Sydney Harbour very, very wavy. Shouts to Bellnjerry in the cut with paisley shorts.

The boat cruise got pretty wild – back when you could still have a moderate amount of fun in Sydney.

One from the grand stage of the Big Day Out, home of some of our favourite festival memories and the largest contingent of humans wearing flags as capes. #STRAYA

Come December 2014, Dillon returns for some festivals including Beyond The Valley. Here’s an action shot of his backstage dance class with Nina Las Vegas. Mr. Francis can cut some serious shapes.

New Year’s Eve, going B2B with Bauuer and Knife Party. We don’t think anyone remembers too much from this night, but the photographic memories will last forever.

Here’s the infamous shoey photo from Field Day, 2015. There’s no way to welcome in 2015 than by drinking beer out of a lightweight Nike sneaker in front of thousands of sweaty people while bass music blares loudly in the background.

Dillon pioneering the mini shaka in Brisvegas with a very nice friend of his.

Dillon had so much fun using a shoe as a beverage-drinking device that he completes another shoey in Melbourne. This time, it’s in his hotel room in a bathrobe, speed dealers and a LWA legionnaires cap. Huge looks all round.

In May 2015, we head to Las Vegas with Dillon and his shiny red headphones.

Fats forward to April 2016, and Dillon is back, stepping straight off the plane and into the most Australian photo of all time. Trevor would approve.

I Don’t Give A Fuck Or Shit, Cunt. Respect to the Adelaide bakers who made these. Ever-eloquent gluten desserts with swear words on them are our favourite.

Dillon in Brisbane trying to explain to his Snapchat audience what a Tim Tam Slam is. Education is the key.

Duffel bag boys. Dillon squatting in front of an orange car with local rapper 24 Karat Kev in Surry Hills, Sydney.

In August 2016 we run into Dillon again, this time in Budapest for Sziget Festival. There’s a handful of people here to watch his set.

Backstage Chipotle gang signals with DJ Carnage!