A was a summer girl at heart, roses interwined in curly hair, that was frazzled in the heat. Colourful rainbow colour coords, and contrasting bags, a patent 90’s jelly mule that sparkled in the sun. The mixing of era’s, 50’s elegance, meet’s 90’s playfulness, with a splash of 70s and 60’s. A pastiche of colour, texture, and patterns that were a maximalist’s dream. When it came to fashion, A most definitely stood out from the crowd. Festivals were no exception, a sea of colour, where music and frivolity came to play. Wireless, All Points East, Elrow, and Reading. Countless summer music festivals, where her festival fashion style tips could come true.
In the past, she counted Wireless as being one of her favourite festivals. She was a fan of rap, and urban music, and had the fortune to watch Kanye, Drake, Future, Swaweetie, Skepta, Meek Mill, Swae Lee, and Aj Tracey to name a few. And yet there were music festvals that she hadn’t even covered. Reading, Elrow, Wilderness and Lovebox too, iconic festivals that put music on the map. As a music lover it seemed almost criminal that she hadn’t been to these festivals. And yet, she had her fair share of festivals still. Wireless, V Festival, Glastonbury,and All Points East. BST, and Junction 2, Boomtown and Boardmasters.
Although music was what drew her to the festivals, the fashion came a close second. She was never someone who was casual at a festival, and was most definitely an extroverted fashionista. Never one for subtlety, she chose to interpret festival style as a celebration. There would be explosions of colour, and stand-out accessories, block colour headbands, and tassel earrings. A pair of sunglasses or two, matching handbags, and fabulous shoes. Heels, mules, and stilettos too, patent, PU, and ragged denim. Non-typical festival fashion style that transcended practicality or reason. In short it was riotious.
There was the denim Princess, who strutted through Hackney with self-assurance, and pride. Legs for days in ragged denim stilettos, led to an equally leggy colourful maven. An abstract swirl dress in blue and green, trusty mules at the ready. And who could forget the monochrome diva. A zebra/cow mash-up that was decidely fun, and a departure from A’s usual colourful aesthetic. All three looks were courtesy of the festival gods themselves Rebellious Fashion. They had stunning festival clothing in a range of styles, from playful to sexy. There was whimsical, maximalist, minimalist too, a style to suit any budding fashionista.
Sure, most festival fashion guides were practical. But A didn’t do things the traditional way. She was the queen of impracticality, and loved nothing more than creating fashion aesthetics that wouldn’t be seen elsewhere. Even if 300 people were wearing the same dress as A, you could be sure that the styling was always distinctively her. Self-described as a part-time mermaid, and a unicorn at weekends, how could A translate that into festival style? There was only one way to find out. As the klaxon sounded, she chose three very different looks to see what would come out on top. Which aesthetic had the chops to be worn again, and again at summer festivals?
The Denim Princess
She peered into her crystal ball, and envisioned the scene. The denim coord which put her legs in the limelight. A blue contrast panel denim top, and matching blue patchwork denim shorts. She surveyed herself in the mirror, a lighter stonewashed denim colour for her heels, and small rimmed sunglasses, with marble effect. A duck egg blue large bag, to put a practical pair of shoes, wellies, trainers, anything that could get scuffed up.
Smiling, she turned to face the whimsical street art wall that lay before her. Sure, she wasn’t exactly posing in a festival environment, but this was a practice run after all. With zip-up detail, the flattering denim coord was just as practical as it was eye-catching. Why? Because noone wanted mud-encrusted trousers, skirts, and dresses that hadn’t seen a shower in days. Instead her legs could run free, easily wiped down with a cloth or 100.
She had to admit that the sight of her posing in Hackney Wick must have been a comical sight. Legs splayed, feet up the wall, she could only imagine the confusion of passersby. One minute she was doing her standard posing repoirtoire (hands on chin, flamingo pose, looking to the side), and the next all hell let loose. Manic laughing, the kind you get when your funny bone is tickled. Pretending to do the splits, hands in the air, waving like she just didn’t care. A posing masterclass with a festival fashion clown, and she was here for it.
The finishing touch? Two tone tassel chandeleir earrings, with a pop of pale blue, and dark. She loved the way they shimmied in the wind, as though they had a life of their own. A was renowned for her accesserories, so being a denim princess was no exception. If she got cold she would toss an embroidered denim jacket around her shoulders nochantly, untieing her hair from its shackled bonds, letting it cascade down her back. Not that she had anything to worry about. It was a scorching hot day, without a fluffy cloud in sight. If she was at a festival right now, she would be bronzed for the Gods!
The Colourful Maven
A was in love with the colour green at the moment. In fact that delicious shade of apple green was her absolute favourite new colour this summer. A stunning hue for festival style, it came as no surprise that A was drawn to Rebellious Fashion’s blue and green halter neck dress. The halterneck seemed like a rubix cube at first, A’s face looking like that infamous Julia Roberts meme. But lo and behold it came together, and gloriously so. A usually went for dresses that were less revealing, so she wanted to try something new. Boy, did she feel like a goddess.
This was the ultimate festival fashion style for party-goers. The kind of music festivals where the fun didn’t stop until you made it stop. Sure, you needed some booby tape, something A failed to do. Her nether regions were all akimbo, bursting out of her marble effect dress, like it had a mind of its own. It probably did. Yet, despite the lady area debacle, the dress was playful, in a sensual way. It hugged her body in all the right places, the colours almost Van-Gogh esque. It was a work of art in a dress with a thigh split, that was begging to be displayed.
Kelly green jelly mules, and forest green earrings, juxtaposed with an emerald green bag, paired deliciously with a sea foam green headband. On the accessories front, it was a sea of green that was begging to be noticed. There was no minimalism here. Just a colourful maven who would stand out from the crowd, even as the summer sun was setting into the inkiness of night. Even the wall was matching, a hodgepodge of green and blue graffiti, with a dash of brown and pink. Not that she could take the wall with her to the festivals, but she’d damm well try.
Like the denim diva, the colourful maven was all about fun, and wacky poses. She tried jumping at first, and realized that her lady melons were bursting free. That was not a smart move. There were matrix poses, and legs in the air, hands up like she was dancing, a host of animated expressions on her face. The bag thrown towards the camera triumphantly, walking, talking dancing, like she was at the festival itself. Sure, the colour queen was not for everyone, but it sure stole A’s heart.
The Monochrome Diva
The third extension of A’s personality was the monochromatic diva. It was a seamless blend of prints, yet the colour palette was intrinsically different to A’s rainbow wardrobe. Sure, she would often put together monochromatic essembles, but this was different. Her monochrome looks would be all red, all pink, all blue or green looks. Very rarely did she wear black and white together, but when she did, the effect was striking. The trousers, and bodysuit itself was from Rebellious Fashion, where zebras crashed the party, and invited themselves to the hottest festival of the year.
Its name? ANAFSTVL, where colour, patterns, and prints danced in a magic trance. The bodysuit was effortless, and the trousers an utter vibe. Ribbed flares paired with chunky buckled stiletto strappy heels. There was texture too, a croc effect emblazoned on the shoes, that cascaded for miles. The outfit was wearable, and felt oh-so comfortable. Sure the shoes looked like a torture palace but in reality A had worn them so many times, that they were surprisingly comfortable. Speaking of vibes, the zebras had united with its other monochromatic diva, the cow. And boy was she in force. A cow print bucket hat, and matching earrings, that was as fun as it was fashionable.
Unlike the other walls she wasn’t about colour matching this time round. Greens, purples and oranges, swirled together in harmony, as she posed the house down. Out of the three festival fashion style looks, this is what she felt most comfortable in. Sure, it wasn’t colourful. However the high waisted wide legged trousers were oh so fabulous. Plus, she loved herself a good bodysuit, and this one had it in spades. There were two more accessories that would make the festival dream complete. Small cat eye white sunglasses that were oh so slinky, an abstract black and white envelope purse, with a golden chain. To a minimalist, this would be their worst nightmare. To A however, it would be a look that she would keep coming back to again and again.
Once more, the floor was her friend. Both hands clasped on her bucket hat as she laughed, feet pointed in the air. Stragglers from the tree nearby spouted crunchy dehydrated leaves, that came ever closer. Sure, the floor wasn’t the cleanest of places, but never was a festival. A little bit of dirt never harmed nobody. She would dance, sing, preen, and lean. Hands in trousers, legs outstretched, entanglement of proportions. She used to be so serious and ‘editorial’ when she posed, but that just wasn’t A. She was goofy, fun, and had oodles of personality. With Rebellious Fashion’s help, her inner clown had come to play.
The hours drew by, and their day was almost complete. Her heart was full, she had successfully passed the ‘festival practice round’ with flying colours. Soon, her make-believe would become a reality. She couldn’t tell us what the festivals were as it was top secret. But trust and believe, she had a few surprises up her sleeve. As the sun was swallowed up by the evening light, and street art faded into home, she lay her head sleepily. That night she dreamt in colour, dresses dancing with trousers, handbags waltzing with headbands. It was almost absurd, and yet 100% authentically Ana.
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