For years, I have heard my hip counterparts talk about the magical festival called Sasquatch and their drug and alcohol induced adventures, camping on the grounds and listening to their favorite musicians in the marvel that is the Gorge. Only thing I could think of as they bragged was, “How the heck did you survive without showering for days?” But I guess thats part of the mystique. I, for one, am not the camping type. I grew up never camping as my mother refused to. Sure, we would go on hike trips (even as far as hiking down the Grand Canyon in the middle of the Summer) but we always stayed at lodges or hotels. My mother had a strong preference to her amenities and I grew up being the same.
When I found out that Ten Hundred was asked to design one of the tanks for the festival and in turn be given 2 3 day Artist Passes and Artist Camping and that I would be accompanying him, I had mixed feelings; I was excited to see all these musicians but anxious about camping (having never camped before and more importantly, the toilet and shower situation). I begged to have a RV rented, but TenHun refused. And so tents it were. Sigh.
Day one started out rocky. Shortly after we arrived at our camp site, our car’s battery died. We forgot to bring pillows. During check-in, there was only one wristband under Ten Hundred’s name. Just my luck. It worked out, I mean, the wristband sitch was taken care of, we were here for the entire weekend so one out of the thousands of people out here should have jumper cables and I wasn’t even going to worry about the pillows. I was here to have fun.
First stop on the agenda was to enjoy the spoils of the Backstage life. Entering the festival and not having to deal with the lines of general admission was so nice, and lounging backstage in between performances to grab a few drinks on the edge of the cliff with a majestic view of the Gorge was paradise. I was really excited to see Chance the Rapper and was even more hyped to have seen his set backstage. His performance blew me away. His tone, pitch, everything sounded just like his record. He was magnetic on stage and had the crowd on his fingertips. I still have chills.
Outkast was epic. Despite people’s fears that they might not have a good performance after what many consider their disappointing Coachella set, their chemistry on stage put the doubts to rest. Andre had a white pixie cut wig on and what looked like a navy janitor onesie that said “Everything is Temporary” that had a tag attached that said “FOR SALE” on one side and “SOLD OUT” on the other. Big Boy was rocking camo pants and signature gangster gold chain. They’re yin and yang in their personas but I’ve found that opposites often make the best teams. Listening to Outkast playing their hits amongst the crowd of thousands was the best way to end my night. I was a happy camper. Pun intended.
For the first look, I kept it minimal. Most are going for the gypsy, festival look. The only way to set myself apart from others is to keep the look clean and simple: Deep V Bralet and my trustee American Apparel high waisted twill zip shorts. I did not over accessorize, choosing to wear my signature stacks of leather cuffs and silver bangles and my geometric ring. My Unif Concho Hat I bought specifically for the festival as an essential piece: shielding from the rays of the sun all whilst showing off the eccentric carved symbols on the conchs. Other essentials are my oversized draped sweater and Shoe Cult Bowie Bootie (which was comfortable despite it looking otherwise).
I woke up to an overheated tent that was frying in the sun. I was desperate for a shower as my hair was getting oily but decided to stick it out and go unwashed for another day. The car problem was solved, there was a guy who had jumper cables! Ten Hun and I drove to Ellensburg to get away from all the madness and buy much needed pillows (my neck could not function another day without them).
Back at the Gorge, the first set to see was Sol’s, which was a high school favorite of mine, of course I couldn’t miss it. I have never heard of Nekko Case before but her voice is so pretty and sweet, I felt at ease listening to her melodies, laying in the grass, drinking my frozen margarita. It was the most relaxing moment of Sasquatch. That night, Tyler the Creator’s set provided the exact opposite (Jason Derulo!).
I wanted to show off my recently purchased Nastygal Caged Chaos Bikini. For months I was on the hunt for the perfect bikini. I did not want the traditional black bikini or a monokini. I craved for a refreshing new take, but the variety disappointed until I stumbled upon this gem. On the Nastygal item description it said, “If every other bikini in the world is too boring for you– you’ve met your match. With a super fierce lattice and strap design, interlocking back hardware, and low hipster bottom– this is the bikini that will have people talking about you long after the pool party.” and it provided just that. Sure, I would suffer a terrible tan but it was well worth it. The Asymmetrical Draped Knit Maxi Skirt (simlar here) I used as an alternative cover up. The braided Conch Belt synched my waist and matched my hat (which I was super excited about. I’m such a dork for little things like this).
I was getting used to camping but half of me was elated that it was the last day. That morning I took a shower. It was communal so I knew that hot water was not an option, the shower room was also dirty and dingy, (even though we were in artist camping and was supposedly a million times better than general camp aka Sodom and Gomorrah) but that’s to be expected. I wasn’t complaining, I just wanted to feel clean again. Before the day’s processions, there was another getaway drive to Ellensburg for the best teriyaki for lunch.
That afternoon was calm in terms of the schedule, but that night, Flavr Blue, Banks and Rodriguez was to play and I did not want to miss their sets. I could’ve been happy leaving the festival with the three performances under my belt but I have this huge crush on Diplo so of course I had to wait till midnight to see Major Lazer. At one point, he got into a human sized Hamster Cage Ball and walked on top of the crowd. I was so close to him for a second, a moment I will cherish forever. Oh woe is me, Diplo!
I wore the caged bikini top again as it gave more character to the otherwise bare top of the romper. I fell in love with the bell sleeves but did not realize how sheer the romper was prior to purchasing so it can only be appropriately worn at the beach or desert climates like that of the Gorge.
Sasquatch was a series of firsts for me: camping, having to go for a long period of time without make up, amongst other things. It was one of the highlights of my year. I will miss the Gorge, the scenic views and the spoils VIP wristbands provided. I know this is a first, but it will most definitely not be the last. Until next time, Sasquatch.