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A Big Ol’ Bonnaroo Weekend with Teva

June 15, 2017


TEVA Flatform sandal in white
Zara Co-ord
Kenneth Cole sunglasses

Oh Bonnarooooooo! I’m already having withdrawals from all the positive energy and high fives that surrounded us on the farm in the middle of a small town in Tennessee. This was Nat’s and my third Bonnaroo, our second one with the Teva crew, and it was by a landslide THE BEST BONNAROO ever. Our suitcases were light on the clothing side, but heavy with Teva sandals, of course. Our camping tent turned into an 85 degree dressing room that saw the change of many outfits throughout the day and evening. There was so many reasons we could have been a hot mess, but simplifying our daily routine on the campgrounds worked in our favor. Makeup? Who cares. Sunscreen only. Our hair? Forget the curling iron. Some sea salt spray did the job. Our easy to throw on summer festival outfits went a long way with some fun accessorizing and bold Tevas on our sunburnt feet. Coming from NYC, you don’t see Teva sandals on the feet of almost every passerby often., Here at Bonnaroo . . . what a different story. The Teva wearing crowd at the Teva Outpost (a curated, custom bus that housed festival essentials and featured a custom sandal engraving station) was more than just youthful and rosy cheeked campers in day glow tie dye and mismatching bandanas around their necks. They were a part of a community. A community that from within feeds off the energy of the festival crowd, and spreads positive ‘roo vibes. It’s like a bug you can’t help but catch at this festival. No matter what, it becomes second nature to high five strangers. Maybe five, ten, twenty in a row. Hippies are dancing to a Marilyn Manson techno remix while some DJ I’ve never heard of is spinning. The more put together city kids from out of town are head bopping to Deap Valley. The punks are listening to Michael Kiwanuka. Everyone is dancing to the Red Hot Chili Peppers. Here, it doesn’t matter where you are from, who you are or, what your day job is. All that matters is living in the moment, and in the Bonnaroo moment everyone fits in and has its place. Everyone is an equal. Everyone has the freedom to express themselves. just like Teva’s hashtag and mantra, #StrapIntoFreedom. Teva sandals aren’t just for granola kids anymore. They’re for the music lover who isn’t afraid to still let his or her inner kid shine. They’re for the fashion chicks (like us) who aren’t afraid to get dirt and mud on our toes even when we are wearing pretty summer dresses. They’re for the man in his 50’s dancing alone in the Silent Disco tent and having the TIME OF HIS LIFE. This is what I saw when I looked around me on the festival grounds. This is what I felt and heard. This is what I exchanged smiles about. That sort of freedom . . . it’s priceless. Bonnaroo, thanks for being my ticket to the fun zone. I made sure to take a little bit of you home with me. Until next year. 


TEVA sandals
Where Mountains Meet Co-ord


TEVA Original sandals in black
Mikoh swimsuit
M Missoni skirt
Kenneth Cole sunglasses


TEVA sandals
Anna Sui dress
Lack of Color hat
Brahmin backpack

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Bonnaroo | The Immortal Love of Sun and Music

June 23, 2016


There were many things I took away from our trip to Tennessee for Bonnaroo. But there were two that really stuck out to me. The fact that everyone looks good with sunshine on their faces. And the second fact that everyone looks good with music glistening onto their souls. Sunshine and music. They are two things that will love of us unconditionally forever, as we over time will come to love them in the exact same way. Two things we find all around us in the summertime, but that we can sometimes overlook unless we take a second or two to really stop and notice. To feel it being caressed onto our skin and massaged into our brains, signaling things that science can only really explain in the deepest of detail but that our hearts need only a few faster than normal fluttering beats to express. The heat and the vibrations. The way they make us feel the moment they hit us. They way they soak into us and wash over us in a way that is always reliable and always constant. No matter how many times we’ve felt it. No matter how many times we’ve heard it. No matter how many times we’ve danced under the same song and under the same old hot as heck sun, we take comfort in the good feeling they give us and the dreams they instill in us. The way they make us feel better and stronger in the first few seconds. How they give us confidence as if we’ve had years of practice in self-worth. They give us so many good things and we don’t even really need to understand why. We don’t need to understand all the characters all our favorite songs make us want to be. We don’t need to understand the chemical reaction that happen between the moment the sun hits the skin and the first bead of sweat is created to cool us down. We just need to let it be and to enjoy it. When you are feeling lacking in something, know that the sun and the music is always there to make you feel like the strongest beaming light. The music and the sun will bring you back to life again. It is an immortal love that we humans will never have to lose trust in. Together they make something that it is our best friend. Something to share with our best friends. And for those two things that summer brings a plethora of, I am grateful. And because I am grateful, I will dance. Nashville, you had a whole lot of both, and for that I think you are really, really fab. Even with all the cheesy country music and cowboy boots and fried this and fried that. I find peace in the chaos of what makes you come alive. It’s as simple as appreciating all that. But first we must appreciate the sun and the music. And hopefully, all the other things come swinging on in just as easily.



















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Bonnaroo 2016

June 15, 2016


Lulifama swimsuit
H&M shorts
Wildfox sunglasses

There is no better example of free love and free joy and free reign than Bonnaroo. Where every sort of freedom is put into play. The freedom to sweat and not shower on the regular. The freedom to walk around topless as a girl. The freedom to wear nothing but a pantless onesie as a man. The freedom to hula hoop (sans clothing). The freedom to walk barefooted with a beer in each hand hand. The freedom to head bang all day and all night long even thought your mom told you it was bad for your brain when you were a teenager. The freedom to eat pizza all day and be ensured that no one will judge you. The freedom to wear a tie dye shirt stained with grass and dirt. The freedom to high five someone for any reason old reason. The freedom to make out with anyone you like. Or don’t like. Just because. The freedom to hear vibrations and to make vibrations. The freedom to dance and dance and dance and never ever stop. The freedom to smile because there is no reason not to smile when you really think about it. The freedom to feel free, to act free, to behave instantaneously, to feel good.

But reality is . . . Bonnaroo is not reality. As soon as we step foot off that farm, this fact starts to sink in a little more and more, and all the things that kept you from feeling free before start to rush back slowly into your mind once again. Deadlines. Family issues. Friend drama. Rent. The office job. The daily commute. The daily routine. The mundane. The expected. But you know what, don’t let that shake you or break your post-festival high. There are things to take and learn from the four days of free-spirited joyfulness and camaraderie with strangers and friends, and strangers who become friends. These are things that are easy to take bits and pieces from to inject into your daily reality. High five a stranger on the street because you like their outfit or general vibe. Dance like no one is watching even though everyone is watching, but be proud and not afraid. Be confident in the things that make you insecure about your body and mind, because those things were accepted out in the open, strange and comforting world that is Bonnaroo. At Bonnaroo, we love you even if you stink. That says a lot. Sometimes a little leftover dirt goes a long way. Let the stain stay as a reminder that sometimes getting a little wacky is a good thing. It’s the freedom of acceptance.














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Bonnaroo 2015

July 6, 2015
First Look: BCBGeneration top, Calypso St. Barth pants, Worth & Worth hat, TEVA sandals, Ela Rae choker
Second Look: Anna Sui x O’Neill crochet tank, River Island shorts, TEVA sandals
Third Look: Anna Sui x O’Neill dress, Wildfox sunglasses, TEVA sandals
Fourth Look: Missguided wrap dress, Hudson Jeans shorts, TEVA sandals, Ela Rae choker
Bonnaroooooooo! Where to start? I think I need another cup of coffee before I indulge in the details. Such a far out, incredible, sweaty and inspiring experience. I’ve never been to a music festival that was quite like Bonnaroo to be honest. It’s a festival for all the senses. So many types of people I got to see and talk to and dance with. So many high fives and smiles were shared all around. So many kind and whacky spirits. What I loved most about Bonnaroo was that there was something for everyone of all ages, from the young rave kids in head bands to the 55 year old ex-hippies in tie-dye shirts and Birkenstocks. Then there were the people who looked like they showed up to Bonnaroo after doing absolutely no research at all, in their crisp shirts that would slowly get dirt stains and lose buttons throughout the weekend. And they found themselves embracing the dirt and rips. Girls dancing topless and swishing hoola hoops around their bare waists with only glitter paint to cover up their girly parts. People prancing around the rainbow splattered fountain in the middle of the festival, with their outrageous outfits drenched in water to beat the heat. Our feet dusty and dirty in our TEVA sandals by the end of each night. But clean feet meant we were having no fun. We slept in the car we drove in the first night because my sister found a spider in our tent. We woke up with the sun burning through our eyelids and our car heating up to 90 degrees before 8am. We then found the tent life not to be too bad even though we were too tall for our cots. So many bodies, so much music, so much beer, so much sun, so much food. It was like a carnival, just with less kiddie rides (although there was a water slide). There were so many stages to choose from that we found ourselves running around like madwomen trying to see as much as we could. Two of the stages were much smaller and far more intimate, featuring up-and-coming artists. Those were my favorites because I always like being at the very front at a concert. Clear Plastic Masks being one of my absolutely favorite performances of the whole weekend. After MØ, of course. 
People were free on this huge farm in the middle of Tennessee, and there was nothing else like it 🙂 Simple, sweaty, good fun. It’s weekends like this where no fucks are given about the makeup running down your face under the sun, dirt stuck under your nail beds, and hair that is three days in need of a wash that I love the most. Cheers to more of these types of weekends, and the friendships that come out of them as a result. 

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