It’s not a party until high schoolers yell at you, you lose your keys, sweat out all your body fluid, spend $8 for a tamale, get a blister, and there’s a massive flood and everybody gets a refund. Austin City Limits was a party.
First entry in our survival log: Heat stroke setting in.
I’m wearing a vintage sundress and my boyfriend is wearing my Albertus Swanepoel hat. Thanks for the multicultural background, Rosetta Stone marketers.
The dress above was much better festival wear than my Day 1 outfit. A chiffon maxi skirt with a destroyed sweater, wooden flatforms, and piles of gypsy jewelry looked chic, but it really weighed me down. I could hardly blame the majority of girls there wearing a few square inches of shorts and crop tops. I was just throwing shade because there was none.
Accessory energy level: Day 1.
Accessory energy level: Day 2.
The cancellation of Sunday’s shows was a widespread bummer (No Divine Fits, Tame Impala, Neko Case, or The National!), but there were still a lot of great acts.
Here’s a playlist of some crowd pleasers, no poncho required:
I’ll be working a lot during SXSW, but at least I’ll be just a block away from the free, back lot shows at UO. Can’t wait to see the lovely Eleanor Friedberger and Grimes on Saturday. So many choices, so little time.
Something happened when I was at Target buying shampoo and bakeware. I saw this ridiculous hat, tried it on, and posed awkwardly in the mirror with my coconut Suave and cookie sheet. It was designed by Albertus Swanepoel, who is apparently as good at hats as he is at having a cool name. It looked better than expected. It’s also called the “Layla” hat, which is one letter away from my name (Kayla), just like I was one cognitive process away from self-control. Sign from a higher power, most likely.
I bought it and vowed to return it if I come to my senses.
I don’t think I will.
These photos from Refinery 29 (albeit from two years ago…is it time for a comeback already?) make me think it’s a fashion risk worth taking.
…but the tags, the recipt, and the fact that it’s a big ‘ol furry hat remain.