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This makes me think of some figure from the 1920s, though I can’t recall which one.
Beer was available at the strawberry festival only from the bags of old ladies and the various vendors. Apparently, they had snuck it in as if it was contraband. Alcohol is no longer allowed to be sold at music festivals in Beijing. It’s interesting being at a festival with so little liquor. Holding a beer can makes one feel like some kind of deity because everyone is so impressed.
Ah yes, the perennial crowds for the bathrooms at music festivals…
The stripes on her pin seem to match her shirt.
Photos: Suzy
This strange guy in a mask came up to me with his business card. I felt a bit bewildered at the time, but even more so when he showed up at my house the other day for a party. More on him later.
In a saffron dress, before the Blonde Redhead show.
Dancing to heavy drumbeats by the electronic stage at Strawberry, these two were both in very voluminous tops – though the picture doesn’t quite show it – and shades.
Photos: Suzy
Bunny ears are quite the thing at Strawberry Festival. There are all sorts of varieties selling on the premises and people come with more elaborate versions of their own. I need to research to find where this tradition started.
What an impressive piece of clothing! And there is a little horse pendant that picks up the purple.
Bewilderingly, Strawberry Festival didn’t allow firearms. One had to make do.
Strawberry Festival has started and there will be a ton of pics appearing here.
Thanks to Queenie for making it all possible! These days, she is one of the key figures at Modern Sky, China’s leading independent record label. They are behind a range of music events including Strawberry, the largest and most stylish festival of them all.
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Photos: Suzy
Belgian fashion designer Saint Paul came to Beijing one three-day trip to check out the city’s fashion scene.
“Once in his life, every man is entitled to fall madly in love with a gorgeous redhead,”
said Lucille Ball.
This music student is not obsessed with fashion trends or such a prosaic notion as good taste.
This is the sort of image that started me on Stylites – in contrast to all the images from fashion parties that I think many of you must find as tiring as I do. I have always sought an element of the unexpected, crazy, or outlandish. People constantly ask me if Beijing style is authentic or original. Do Beijing people have their own voice? They ask me if it is improving or if I think people here are well-dressed. If they don’t have their own style, is Stylites not a waste of time?
This is the Beijing I love: welcoming, diverse, cutely bohemian, vibrant, international in its own quirky way, and, of course, smoking. Sure, you might say they are poseurs, but then, I am looking for poseurs. Maybe they are a bit pretentious – but people have been leveling the same accusation at me since I was fifteen – but I would say that they just like to keep their world a little magical. I am drinking ginger ale out of a champagne flute at the moment. Even those who constantly lose themselves in escapist fantasies need to stay sober once in a while.
These two young ladies aren’t haughty or cold, but really quite welcoming in a way. Are they authentic or are they just mimicking the way that hipstresses like them dress in other parts of the world?
Photos: Suzy
PR Executive Wonder Yang is on the terrace of Grace Hotel, a highlight of postindustrial 798 Art District that whisks visitors away to some magical point where playboy collectors hob-nob with bohemian curators and eccentric sculptors.
