Resplend-id
Another Splendour has come and gone, leaving everyone with glitter in every crevice of their bodies. One week on and I still occasionally catch glimpses of the golden temporary tattoo that was once a lotus, but now resembles a patch of golden freckles on my back. Splendour in the Grass is a people-watcher's dream - with young twelvies in their Cotton On purchases to the twenty-something-year-old men who were so drug addled that they fell asleep in the moshpit. Man-oh-man, this year was an interesting one.
People came from all over Australia to wear the most outrageous outfits. And to be honest, they absolutely got away with it. At the top of this list of crazies was the young gentleman strutting around Splendour in a lime green man-kini. My first encounter with him was when he was lifted to stand on the shoulders of his friend, leaving me with a pretty invasive view of his backside as I listened to the Jungle Giants. Secondly, were the girls who thought that having their breasts painted at the body-painting pop up stall, counted as an outfit. If you were feeling self conscious about your clothing, or a slowly blossoming face mountain, all you had to do was hang around with them for 10 minuets and no one would give you a second look. Third and finally, was the girl walking around in a black g-string, a t-shirt and boots ... I’m sure she has a lovely personality.
Apart from some very, very, very interesting characters, I did see quite a few trends emerging. On the second day, I found myself in a similar predicament to my g-string wearing friend. It was about 27 degree’s in the North Byron Parklands (in the middle of Winter mind you!) and I was set to wear a black crochet dress over a full body swimsuit, with thick black socks and black gumboots (anyone who knows me can attest that black is my middle name). But, as it felt hot enough to give a sunburn to my unborn children (especially now that I've acclimatised to Sydney weather) there was no way I was wearing the swimsuit under my dress. I had a black bra but only had a black g-string with me. Thank goodness for new friend Emma - she came to the rescue by lending me a pair of black underwear. Emma, if you are reading this, I promise I’ll get them back to you soon!
I felt partially self-conscious walking into the Festival practically in my underwear, but after one minute I had already seen another girl wearing a see-through baby pink slip with a pair just like mine clearly visible through the material. Extremely relived, I continued walking to the main stage with my friends to see Sticky Fingers perform and on the way there saw two more girls rocking the same look! I felt like such a trend setter. I noticed this trend over and over, along with glitter on the face (predominately used in the same place as highlighter), faux fur jackets, long braided hair, black chokers and baker boy hats.
A little side note, if you ever get the chance to see Flume, bloody take it! And as for Matt Corby, he doesn’t open his eyes when he performs, even when you and your friend make sure you are right in front of his microphone waiting to give him sex eyes so he will take you backstage and propose on the spot.
Until next year, Splendour.
Kaiya X
