It’s that time of the year… That exciting, thrilling time of the year when we crave for holidays and for escaping the routine, the strict codes and the deadlines. We desperately want to go away and feel free for a few days, forget about the rules, enjoy the sun somewhere hot, go to bed late at night and wake up at noon, without an alarm clock ruining our day.
It’s that jolly season when music festivals bring us together by the (tens of) thousands, giving us all that feeling of absolute freedom, of bohemian life lived without barriers and, most importantly, fabulous music! You haven’t truly lived if you didn’t experience this blood-rushing, thrill-giving joy, at least once in your life. Tents, colourful wellies, hats, funky sunglasses, live music everywhere, clowns, barbeques, mud, loud teenagers, old hippies trying to revive their flower-power hearts, beer glasses paving the grass - there’s something for everyone who decides to wear the colourful plastic bracelet giving them access to such cool happenings. You feel like you’re on a summer camp with all your best mates, with no teachers around to tell you off and ready to make all the naughty things in the book, with no risk for a detention the day after.
With Glastonbury in full swing these days and with my memories from last year’s Somersault Festival as vivid as a freshly painted picture, we grabbed a few props, prepared our cameras and I put together a festival outfit that would offer me that charming, sweet flower-power look, but with a current twist. Anita was more patient and creative than ever before, suggested new framings and locations, took her time shooting and even followed a few of my suggestions, which is some sort of a novelty, considering she’s a typical teenager who adores arguing just about anything. Well, what a lovely day out it turned out to be: the field was empty (the occasional dog walker who stopped and asked us if we’re shooting for Vogue aside), the wind helped my hair look romantically tangled and rebellious, the wheat didn’t graze my legs too badly and we cleverly avoided the cow poo in the adjacent field. Productive and memorable! Did I mention I had the chance to make soap bubbles in the process? What more could one ask for? Well, going to Glastonbury, really… but it’s too late for that this year. I guess we had our own little version and it bonded us that little bit more. Daisies in our hair and music in our hearts – here we are, summer-ready!
I'm wearing: Chelsea Girl @ River Island dress, sandals - Manifattura Artigiana (hand made in Italy), leather belt from TK Maxx (also made in Italy), lovely leather vintage suitcase picked in a chic boutique, while all the accessories are sourced from good old, charming charity shops.