Postcards from Wilderness
Last weekend I decamped to the Cotswolds for two days at Wilderness festival. Like Neverland for grown-ups, this is a British festival at its best; whimsical, free-spirited, wild and just a little bit kitsch. Everywhere you look there’s glitter, sequins, colour, flags and general rainbow -coloured paraphernalia. By day its a haven for families and hung-over adults with a beautiful lake to flop next to, a sanctuary area dedicated to wellness and healing, novelty cricket matches, ten-pin bowling, flower crown making and every kind of delicious food you can imagine. As dusk draws in, the music amps up on the mainstage and numerous tents dotted around dedicated to everything from folk and African beats, to funk and house, culminating in a mass migration down into the infamous Valley to dance like no-ones watching.
Time flies when you’re having fun, but here’s a few snaps from an amazing weekends. I’ve been to Wilderness twice now and am already planning on making it a trilogy next year.
On our first night we feasted in the banqueting tent which is 100% worth booking for one of your nights. Aperol sprtizs, roasted quail and summer pudding were on the menu by Skye Gyngell , chef at Spring in London, and it was the perfect way to kick off the festival.
Wearing Saint Laurent to a festival feels a bit like having a naughty secret and yet that’s exactly what I did. It might have started life on the runway. but this little star-print dress strangely felt just right for Oxfordshire’s green and pleasant land. It was one of (many) purchases from Bicester village recently – you might have seen me choosing between this and a shirt of snapchat but I’m so glad I went for this. Anything with stars is a keeper for me.
Coconut water, quickly followed my cider with my girl Katherine.
You know my obsession with Celine sunnies and it’s always a great day when you find an amazing pair for half price. I love how narrow and angular these are – especially with the sugary-sweet Reformation dress I wore on Saturday. They just positions it as something a little less girly, a little more 90s or something. And yes, I’m aware my shoulders are matching the dress… Isn’t it always the way that you never burn on holiday and yet one glimpse of English sunshine and I turn into a cherry.
My freshly-glittered partner in crime Anneli.
I can’t get over my pale pink obsession right not. I want that murky, dusty blushing colour on just about everything, including a wall in my new flat that I’m sure you’ll be seeing soon. Needless to say I couldn’t say no to this little slinky camisole from The Kooples at Bicester. I got it for £50 with an extra 20% off the day I went so it was a bit of a bargain… I love dressing stuff like this down so tomboy vintage denim and hi-tops felt like good teammates with which to temper it’s nakedness.
Created in collaboration with Bicester Village.