You already knew it was a washout. Last weekend's weather meant I first saw the Latitude festival through a downpour that already seemed to have gone on all Saturday. Even the dye on the famous coloured sheep was running.
I arrived at an artists' camping area that looked like a WWI trench. But with much better coffee. After failing to be able to connect with my agent (who'd actually pitched my tent for me, and not many agents do that) I wandered over to the area where I was going to do my event to find...
a magical but rather soggy 'Narnia' festooned with cut paper decorations, flourescent 'snow' and Imogen's interactive Festival Gazette designed to encourage...
doodling, creative contributions and featuring...
a couple of my drawings.
After a slightly soggy crowd gathered under the trees to hear me talk about festivals and fashion, I started to work on costumes for the Winter's Ball that night.
I found that blown-up pedal-bin bags made effective bustles...
and 18th-century-style panniers holding up...
ballet skirts and showgirls' trains.
The fake snow I'd brought to 'Narnify' the outfits got blocked after a few sprays (how did I forget this always happens?) but, serendiptously...
raindrops splashed onto the florists' cellophane I'd used to create skirts, dresses and capes and just for a moment...
the rain looked began to look a little bit magical...
(more post-Latitude tomorrow)
very shiny on your plastic cape
Posted by: alex | December 10, 2011 at 02:26 PM