The Outside Lands Music Festival, which took place this past weekend, was an amazing experience that I will never forget. Seeing Elton John perform live was a privilege and a dream-like memory that I will hold on to forever. These days, it feels like the hype of music festivals surrounds basically anything other than what an amazing time they can be. Don’t get me wrong – the style was amazing and although I didn’t see any, a celebrity siting would have been interesting, but Outside Lands was a serious reminder that the goal should be an indescribable experience brought to us through music, and nothing else.
With that said, here’s what I wore:
And here are some more pictures:
Did any of you attend Outside Lands, or any other music festival this summer?? Let me know!
Last week I experienced the joy of returning home to SF for my reading week. I relaxed, rejuvenated, and recovered from the anxiety that is midterm season.
Spending seven hours at the YYZ Airport inevitably leads to photo-ops.
In the most cliche of terms, you truly don’t know what you’ve got until it’s gone. The grass is always greener on the other side. Etc., etc.
But the reality is, these phrases are overused for a reason.
More of my lovely feet, for your pleasure.
Returning home was like experiencing the glory of the Bay Area for the first time all over again. I felt that electricity and spirit of adventure rising up inside of me again, urging me to embark on long scenic drives and stroll the colorful city sidewalks with a rediscovered pride. I experienced the kind of energy you can only get in San Francisco.
I romanticized the hell out of that city.
Stinson Beach – in other words, your typical highway 1 beach town.
And you know what?
I cannot regret not romanticizing it while I had the chance to every single day.
Because honestly, how dreamy can something you see every day possibly be? Sometimes it truly does take leaving a place to realize the things that you miss so much. The minute aspects of life that you grew accustomed to begin to manifest themselves in your memory as large, evidently significant details of your daily endeavors in that place.
Jane on Fillmore, a definite must for any visitor to the area.
Leaving San Francisco for University has improved my appreciation for it immensely. I miss it every day, and for every day I miss it I have a different reason to.
Outdoor dining at its finest, curiously found at a local bookstore.
Prius in the background – found in any contemporary photograph of SF.
Being back in Montreal has solidified these sentiments. Not to say that I don’t adore this French city I’m so lucky to call a second home – I’m sure I will appreciate it when I am home for the summer as much as I appreciate the Bay Area now.
But as finals roll around and my first year of University closes in on me, I’ll have a California sunset to guide me home, and it will have never been so radiant.