This weekend saw the return of every vintage-lover’s Mecca, the grand, the glorious, the downright great Goodwood Revival. I was there reprising, for what will surely be the last time this year, the Chap Olympiad, that legendary celebration of non-sporting silliness. We performed three times each day, not leaving much time for looking around, but it was super fun anyway. And, as always, it’s a chance to get a nice frock out and marvel at the array of vintage and vintage-inspired outfits on display which, again as always, spanned the entire scale of sublime to ridiculous.
On the first day, Friday; Bethan and I visited the awesome old-timey Tescos, and I went and did a pose at the carousel – I can never resist the bright colours and twinkling lights, not to mention the fonts.