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.
Beauty note: I only managed to avoid looking wartorn by using Maybelline shine free foundation and NYC lip stain.
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:
Tomorrow’s forecast predicts a high of 82 degrees, so I’ll have to stretch the definition of fall fashion. The bad news: my wool cape, scarves and leather gloves haven’t been pulled from the closet yet. The good news: I can keep dressing in floaty, sheer layers. Slap on some embellishments, and I do believe it’s what they call holiday dressing. Above are some confections I gravitated to immediately after watching Bat for Lashes’ video for “Laura.” I judge musicians by how earnestly they can say “superstar” without me wincing. So, I think I’m in love.
British jewelry line Tatty Divine hath copped my steez.
…Okay, probably not. But remember my guitar knob ring?
They’re selling a volume knob brooch.
The volume goes up to 11! Sadly, this means they win.
Once in a while, you can actually go out with your hair still haphazardly pinned the way you slept in it.
T-shirt- American Apparel
Shorts- Forever 21
Not part of the outfit, but Hey, look! I got these vintage bracelets for $2 a pop at the flea market.
I’m glad I spent the 90s too young for belly button baring, because I just couldn’t do it. This is as daring as I get with midriff tops: simple and paired with something demure, like this linen wrap skirt. Suede oxfords and brass jewelry make for a look that’s, um, Southwestern Hippie Schoolteacher.
Top– American Apparel
Cuff- Forever 21
Shoes– American Apparel
… and don’t let it look like you were just planning to stay in watching Hulu and eating ice cream.
Mixing chiffon and an open knit top made for a breezy, summer night outfit. Texturally appealing, I dare say.
I party in these faux-litas, and that always involves more mud than expected.
Remember way back when horn jewelry was everywhere? I still haven’t given up these earrings because they’re the same color as my hair.
Two more of my favorite things: Nars lipstick in Funny Face and this vintage eagle necklace.
Top- Urban Outfitters
Skirt- American Apparel
I’ve never tried very seriously to make jewelry (unless braiding friendship bracelets in elementary school counts.) I have two sisters who are great at it, so I’ve happily kept my distance from loose gemstones and pliers. It’s fun to do the occasional low effort project, though.
I painted these while I was watching Pan Am (RIP), and I guess the early 1960s look came through.
I’d be the Duchamp of kitschy jewelry to say I made this guitar knob ring, since it only involved a little super glue (and a dream.) But I think it turned out very sturdy and cool– just far enough removed from the tiresome trend of incorporating guitar picks in accessories.