Ah summer music festivals are upon us...Coachella was this past weekend and
the line up did not disappoint, but for me, the fashion of the attendees did
(I was not there but checked out many photos from the event, which looked
incredibly fun- the pool parties especially). Dressing for a music festival
can be super fun- let your freak flag fly, put on a floppy hat and some
great sunnies and you've got the foundation for a very cool look. It's
always hot hot hot during these things, so you have to go light light light
and if you've got the confidence, rock it out in a bikini top and not much
else. That said, I'm not on board with hipster chic- and I'm absolutely certain
that high waisted denim shorts (or high waisted shorts of any fabrication)
should be avoided for the most part unless you are built like a small
orphaned boy. They are just not flattering to most figures. And hipster
fashion in general looks frumpy and plain weird to me- bad cuts, awkward
lengths, and just not sexy for the most part. Don't get me started on the
hipster men. Just don't.
festivals -Woodstock and Monterey Pop. I skew slightly hippie in my fashion
taste, this is true- especially in warm weather. Can you believe how cool
these kids looked back in the day at Woodstock and Monterey? Full of hope
and possibility and impossibly rebel chic. Summer is the right time to
channel your inner hippie, so let's take some inspiration from the flower
children and nail this festival fashion thing, ok? Look no further than Kate
Bosworth at Coachella this year for some cues. LOVE HER. This girl gets it
right every time with her California girl cool and laid back sexy chic. And
she dates Eric the Vampire. (How much more fabulous can you get?) I know some of you are thinking I am quite the fossil for even mentioning
the 1960s as a fashion moment, but can't we all just get along and embrace
that great music, sunshine, and youth never go out of style? Peace and love
peeps. Peace and love. And that's what's up this sunny Thursday. XO
PS It's Earth Day to boot so go hug a tree in your batik finery.
