Welp, Lollapalooza has come and gone and I'm currently suffering from a slight case of "Post Fest Depression." [Look it up on WebMD, it's totally a thing.] This year's Lollapalooza was one for the record books, and I'm already looking forward to next year's festivities!
Highlights included meeting and becoming "festie besties" with fellow lifestyle blogger and cast member of Bravo TV's 'Ladies of London,' Juliet Angus [check out her blog out here!]. She introduced us to the "Juliet Spritzer" [aka: white wine + sparkling water + lemon], and I'm pretty sure I owe her my first born child now. Friday night, Eminem headlined the main stage and brought with him the one and only: Rihanna. We all die[d]. Here's a fun little anecdote: My senior year of college, I took an upper division communications studies class: The History of Hip Hop and wrote not one, but three papers on Marshall Mathers himself--one paper focusing solely on the lyrical genius' use of iambic pentameter in all of his rhymes. I, of course, got an 'A' -- and that's how I graduated, folks. Needless to say, Em's performance was my favorite of the weekend, followed only by the never-disappointing, Kings of Leon. Not only did they put on an out-of-this-world show, but they also covered one of my all time favorite songs, Robyn's 'Dancing on My Own.' [Watch their BBC recording of it here. I promise you'll thank me.] Lastly, Childish Gambino [aka NBC's Community's Donald Glover] put on one hell of show. His lyrics are insanely intelligent [yet, a wee bit raunch--so hide yo' kids.], and his stage presence is one to be reckoned with. This year he brought his A-game as well a crap ton of pyrotechnics. I'm pretty sure I got quite the tan from the all of the flames by simply standing side stage. But it was awesome.
Ok, enough of the music, let's talk festival style! I'm going to be 100% honest with you--it sucked. After seeing so many fashionable Coachella posts of gorgeous girls dawning precious bohemian tops, vintage denim, and to-die-for booties, I was so excited to venture out into the crowd and document all of the festival fashion at Lollapalooza. Five minutes in, I was determined this was going to be an entire post of 'festival don'ts.' Therefore, I'm not going to waste your time with an onslaught of pictures of acid wash-high-waisted frayed denim shorts, lacy crop tops [read: bras], and neon sunglasses. You deserve better. Sadly, all I can give you as far as 'festival fashion' goes is what I wore. I promise I'll do better come Austin City Limits Festival. *Pinky Promise* So here we go.