Unlike Italian fashion houses, Ashrams are all over the internets
So even though my disdain for music festivals is legendary, I was forced to attend one this past weekend for reasons I can’t explain. Rather than just complain (port-a-potties, hippies, intestinal distress from Bavarian smokie served by ex con who put dirty thumb on all parts of my hot dog) I decided that a smuggled bottle of wine and the proper attire would make the whole experience easier for everyone. And I quite enjoyed it, the wine and the outfit I mean. My theme for the weekend was white lady at the ashram. I looked kind of like this:
It’s not a bad look really, and all you have to do is keep layering, and when you think you’re done, layer something else over top.