It's coming up festival time again with Splendour and the question on everyone's lips (mine...) is not who is fave act, where to stay, how to smuggle drugs across the border, how to nab a wristband for the little sis, how to stretch few pennies very far, no... it's what to wear.
Do I go for the comfort-over-looks? ugly poo colour shorts that won't show dirt and with pockets to hold essentials, t-shirt so the boobs don't fall out in a dark colour that won't go see through, obligatory ugly cap and the not-so-shining glory of runners and ankle socks?
Or on the other end of the scale Fashion Statement over Fun Times. This is for girls who know they aren't going to be bouncing round in the mosh a whole lot. Blow drys will not be ruined by hoses or head sweat. No excess movement to flash nipples from behind low cut tops. Sandal clad feet will not risk squashed toes. Heavy makeup will not run.
Then there are the Festival Classics. Fedora anyone? fringed vest? Denim cut offs. Wayfarers. Good options if you want to blend in. Which is lame.
There's one more group to mention, just because I have such a love hate relationship with these fashionistas. These babies see the true potential of a festival - a chance to get their gear off. Think arse cheeks hanging out of hotpants. Bikini tops and fairy wings. Oversized pink or white sunnies that cover more than their actual clothes. Ratty black or bleached blonde hair. Chunky sneakers. If you want a chance to see some tits or vaj hang round one of these chickybabes, especially near the end of the last day.
So what about me?
I would like a pair of lace up boots to wear. Docs that actually fit. Or brown or black op shop gems. I have some dresses to wear. And I'm probably going to get a wolf tattooed on my face. You'll just have to wait and seeeeee.....
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