It's a festival dedicated to music, wonderful musicians and the famous magical atmosphere of Glastonbury. Even though some things can be seen as having developed over the past 30 odd years, the festival ambience is one that hasn't developed, it has just been perverted into something else. Why should I care whether a Miss this or that wore boho chic or casual rocker to the festival? Loads and loads and loads of pre-festival 'Style guides' hit the glossy magazines before the 'big events' of the summer. What are they again? MUSIC festivals? oh no. they are festivals of the latest headbands, probably with some 'out-of-bed' cuteness added. "Make sure you braid your hair on day 3". Are you serious?
Throughout the decades Glastonbury has seen angry punks, hippies, violent riots and a mini Stonehedge built right there on the spot of old rusty cars. Fair enough we've now learnt that LSD might not actually be the door to God and everything else wonderful and violence does not always get the most positive results, but when exactly did Glastonbury with its 'music, mud and madness' become a festival to which the preparation consists of getting the hottest festival fake eyelashes?
GO HOME. If you don't understand that there might be something a little better to find there than another place where to show off the amount of money you've spent on preening, go home. I really hope most of the hippies do not remember the early Glastonbury idealism, because the pictures of pouting skinny birds having a 'festival top 10 footwear' face-off is not that nice.
Don't buy new shorts that are really very over-priced because of the effort that went into making them look old. No, actually. Don't not buy them. Don't CARE about buying them. Get a little drum, or a bloody harmonica, or a recorder. I don't care. The range of easy-to-learn instruments is vast, believe it or not. Im not saying master the thing in an instant and go on touring the country. No. I'm saying, if it is indeed a MUSIC festival, enjoy the music. Who cares what your wearing. I really don't. I sincerely hope and think that there are plenty out there who don't care along with me. Think a little. Maybe do some research. There's a magnificent documentary on Glastonbury, called 'Glastonbury' rather surprisingly. With the tagline 'the mud. the music. the madness'. I'm not saying it will transforms lives (although it might). But what the documentary will do (I sincerely hope) is make some of these very trendy festival hot chick summer boho chicks or whatever realise that there is, was and has been SO MUCH more to Glastonbury Festival than the wonderful hairband selections in Topshop.
The naked lady in the photo didn't care. There was no Facebook, or no Grazia and therefore no immediate desire 'to be seen'. There were ideas, and hopes and a wish to be apart of something bigger. Yes, something even bigger than Facebook.
No need to go naked.
Just maybe let's leave out the fake eyelashes.
And next year leave the hair down on day 3.
And just see what happens.
M.
