Bianca 1Future Fashion Fun
March 22nd 2011 10:02
Well they do indeed say that you must attend a music festival at least once in your life but they often leave the bit out about wearing skanky and ripped super short denim shorts...in a light stonewash denim may I add.
After hitting up Melbourne’s Future Music Festival last weekend I plodded along in the pouring rain in my dark denim shorts. Had a ball – oh yeh and my attire held up for the torrential rain too. My comfy shorts were fitted and covered my unmentionables. Nothing was peeking through that shouldn’t have been and there was none of this frayed business going on.
I clearly never get the memo. Everywhere I turned there were chicks sporting the super short little denim shorts that were not really fitted at the top of their thigh so I had clear view of many things I shouldn’t have had.
This teamed with a sea-through shirt (before the weather turned super nasty and made everybody’s clothes see-through), super high pony-tails and a caked face spelt a recipe for disaster.
When the heavens well and truly opened at 2pm it was mayhem. Aside from everyone throwing themselves in the foam arena and coming out muddied and soapy this still did not detract from the tragic teens who had had way too much to drink already and had mascara all over the place.
All in all it was a fab affair, great live acts, a bit of a boogie and an entertaining day out. Apart from the drowned-rat resemblance it definitely was a day to remember both fun and fashion-wise.
After hitting up Melbourne’s Future Music Festival last weekend I plodded along in the pouring rain in my dark denim shorts. Had a ball – oh yeh and my attire held up for the torrential rain too. My comfy shorts were fitted and covered my unmentionables. Nothing was peeking through that shouldn’t have been and there was none of this frayed business going on.
I clearly never get the memo. Everywhere I turned there were chicks sporting the super short little denim shorts that were not really fitted at the top of their thigh so I had clear view of many things I shouldn’t have had.
This teamed with a sea-through shirt (before the weather turned super nasty and made everybody’s clothes see-through), super high pony-tails and a caked face spelt a recipe for disaster.
When the heavens well and truly opened at 2pm it was mayhem. Aside from everyone throwing themselves in the foam arena and coming out muddied and soapy this still did not detract from the tragic teens who had had way too much to drink already and had mascara all over the place.
All in all it was a fab affair, great live acts, a bit of a boogie and an entertaining day out. Apart from the drowned-rat resemblance it definitely was a day to remember both fun and fashion-wise.
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