This year was the first summer I didn’t get to go to Glastonbury Festival for the first time in about eight years. I avoided the coverage like the plague and winced when I heard about amazing performances or saw photos of my friends working at Worthy FM, the festival’s onsite radio station. I know, I know, woe is me, right?
Of course when you move to another country you can’t hop across the pond every time FOMO hits, but it did make me pine for the pleasures and pitfalls of a good music festival. Enter Outside Lands, San Francisco’s three day music festival that takes place deep inside Golden Gate Park each August. We nabbed tickets for the Saturday (there is no camping allowed so the plus is that if you have a full weekend ticket, you get to go home and sleep in your own bed each night) and went along to see how Californian festivals shape up to Somerset ones.
It was a different experience entirely, of course, but we had fun watching Django Django, Tame Impala, Laura Marling and The Black Keys, to name a few. It was actually very pleasant not to have to worry about mud or how long it would get from one stage to another, the only downside was that I was on Whole30, so while everyone else was chowing down on glazed donut cheeseburgers and bourbon chocolate milkshakes, I was dining out on a plain jacket potato. Not cool.
Anywho, for the day-long event I decided to throw caution to the wind and wear white plimsolls (something that would NEVER happen at a UK festival), some slouchy black trousers and two new additions to my wardrobe – this paid shirt from Zara and a black bowler hat from H&M, which has been on my list to buy for ages. I love my bottle green bowler hat and maroon fedora, but a black hat goes with everything so I know I’ll get a lot of use out of it. Here are a few snaps from my Outside Lands experience. Who knows, this post could be coming to you from Coachella…
Red plaid shirt – Zara / Slouchy black trousers – Matalan / Red leather satchel – c/o Dr Martens / White plimsolls – c/o Toast