My first ever music festival proved to be a complete delight; months of planning, anticipation and outfit planning resulted in a happy, sunny daze of a weekend. The diverse line up, of literature, comedy and dance as well as music, meant an even more diverse range of sartorial tastes. Hotpants, florals, wellies and a sea of bleached denim were embraced by the gaggles of teenage girls, who paired their playsuits with big, backcombed, 'Batisted' hair, and armfuls of bangles. Identikit indie boys, with carefully undone fringes, cream chinos, boat shoes and Barbour jackets paraded next to them.
Particularly impressive were the two boys in the line in front-brothers, friends, gay lovers? Whichever, they 'rocked' the insoucient, determined- not- to- look- like- they're- enjoying- themselves look; an all black palatte, quilted Barbour- esque jacket, box fresh Hunters, skinny jeans and, most essentially, vintage Fred Perry kit bags and satchels, the perfect festival luggage!
Glamour was brought by a series of well accessorized girls in maxi dresses, whereas the older generations opted for Converse and the luxe casual tshirts personified by Alexander Wang.
Overall, it was a good haul of delights for a girl who enjoys sartorial eyecandy, and can appreciate the art of dressing whilst bent double, in an overheated tent.
Image from: http://www.latitudefestival.co.uk/home/
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