We might be locked into the drudgery of a scarf-wearing, umbrella busting, mitten-biting November, but let’s take a moment to relive that feeling when the cold buggers off to Siberia somewhere and the mornings are bathed in warm sunshine. The smell of freshly-cut grass flirts with your nose (or just makes you sneeze) and the urge to ditch sensible, water-tight shoes for outlandish sandals (sometimes forgetting to remove socks) seems quite uncontrolable. This time can only mean one thing– PARTY TIME!
This summer party tradition has been reflected in Alan Powdrill’s latest project which set about to portrait Bestival revellers looking to have it large dressed as animals. Is this growing tendency to get down, dirty and drunk while dancing dressed like a frog a testimonial to a liberal outlook on life, or just a marker of an increasing dependency on drugs and alcohol? Personally, I don’t know much beyond the fact I want a foxy head to wear right this second.