Day 181 – Festival fashion and a very naughty Florence albeit a nice machine
Fashion at festivals is fascinating; often it is a mix between the perfectly practical and completely idiotic. Though there is often a reason for wearing Wellington boots and; why on earth does WordPress want to capitalise Wellington, I am not referring to Wellington’s boots, there is no apostrophe gosh darn it; cagoules there can surely never be a reason for pairing them with fishnets. Though I am not a man I am pretty sure the erotic is cancelled out by the giant roomy rubber where there should by all rights be a sparkly pair of silver stilettos?
The other thing that I find confusing and adorable in equal measure is the fascination for accessories better suited to the land of Oz. There is of course the wonderful re-emergence of the cowboy hat, the beret and the top hat but equally there are hits which are better left on the stand. Though on second thought at least it helps you find your fellow festive friends while in a crowd.Though the ground is slightly soft and uneven there has been no rain so seeing no reason to drop my standards when we went out last night I wore wedges. The boy was a little outraged as he thinks festivals are all about being slightly smelly and going back to basics but flip flops and Wellingtons just don’t look right when one is out at night.
The boy’s friends are equally loving the festival fashion. There are a lot of very hot girls at Latitude and thanks to the heat most of them are walking round in hot pants and bump skimming tops which reveal bronzed flat stomachs and colt like limbs. All of this eventually led to a game called Deal or No Deal. Personally I have never heard of it before but basically what it involves is whoever walks past you have to say whether they would be a deal or not a deal. I tried to grasp the concept but only said deal when I thought a man was cute and this apparently is not the point, one must test how far one’s standards could slip. In the end it confused me far too much so I slipped off to the supermarket leaving the boy free to play in my absence.
In today’s photos I have included some examples of male festival fashion. Rick is sporting chav chic which I must admit is never a look I would have considered though admittedly it works. Steve is sporting a return to retro rodeo complete with aviators. They are both single and with these looks will no doubt find themselves some ladies to serenade tonight.
Other than fashion spotting today is the day that I will see Florence and her machine play. It is ever so exciting as though there are just the three songs that I love; this the boys friends will give testament to having heard me put them on repeat a few too many times; she is meant to put on a spectacular show and I cannot wait. We see several bands today that stand out including Everything Everything who start off with a crowd just a few deep but pull the crowds forward from every corner of the arena where people waiver with their energy and fantastic lyrics. My favourite is “Whose gonna sit on your face when I’m not there” though this could just as easily be fence.
Before Florence comes on the scene I decide that a special effort must be made. She is quite the stylish lady and so as well as my sparkly spangled dress I put on some gold glitter tights. I pair them with some seven inch Kurt Geiger wedges and add a hell of a lot of eye shadow, kohl liner and bronzer.Though the performance is good it is sadly at times a little lazy and at one point we are asked to sing happy birthday to her sister in spite of the fact that the poor girl admits it is not even her birthday. I don’t mind too much but it seems a bit rich or poor to expect a crowd who have paid £200 to see you to provide a present for your sister. The other issue I have with the performance, and it is this that makes the boy laugh is that clothes wise she just doesn’t make an effort. She is wearing a dress which is reminiscent of a 50’s swimming costume paired with a sheet and though the effect is somewhat celestial I think I have made more of an effort for the performance than her.
When I return from the arena we sit under our marquee where I complain about the lack of wardrobe changes and the ill advised sheet dress. The boys laugh as though they have returned disgruntled with the lacklustre performance I am upset because she didn’t get changed enough.- I bought this dress a few years ago when the boy had a gig at Elbow’s recording studio Blueprint. It was a brilliant night but in the end I never wore this dress as we came to the conclusion that it was too fancy even for a Christmas party so went with a black wool dress with lace panelling in the front and a ruffled skirt. The first time I wore it was a year later when the boy and our friends were in Scotland for New Years. It was one of the greatest nights of my life and there are pictures from the evening of us all hanging out that I’ll treasure forever. i saved it for Florence but thinking of the last time I wore it I’m not sure if her lacklustre performance was worthy of this momentous frock.
