Blasblog From Glastonbury: Mud, Music, And (Yes) Sunshine
The moments leading to Glastonbury were hardly feel-good ones: There was the news, of course, about Farrah Fawcett and Michael Jackson, and to make matters worse, the weather report was among the bleakest I’ve ever seen. According to the trusted meteorologists at Weather.com, the English countryside would be stormy and wet all weekend. Happily, they got it wrong. It was mucky at Lady Gaga (which was why the pop princess paired her red patent-leather bustier with Wellington boots, presumably); but that was about as wet as it got. No showers at Neil Young (just Olympia Scarry on a friend’s shoulders) and no mudslides at Kasabian (the band that Lily Donaldson introduced me to after she met them on a Burberry campaign shoot). The stars even came out at Bruce Springsteen’s headlining gig on Saturday night—the weekend was a dream. That’s Kaya Scodelario, from hit Brit drama Skins, in the middle, soaking up her own rays outside the hospitality tent, where she was a guest of Lacoste. Jacquetta Wheeler showed up on Saturday in a tizzy: She’d come straight from a job in the Catskills and was recovering from a layover that she said was one of the most annoying delays of her life. Alice Temperley‘s double-decker bus was our home base. It’s where my first—but hopefully not my last—Glastonbury ended just as it began: with a glass of hot cider and a touch of rum in my hand. For more pictures from the festival, click here.
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