Too late for Bonnaroo

Alexis Petridis ponders the sartorial nightmare that is the outdoor music festival:

I'm sure you shouldn't heed the advice fashion mags tend to dole out this time of year. It inevitably comes attached to a photograph of Agyness Deyn, Nick Grimshaw and Henry Holland backstage and a suggestion you get their look: a riot of spotless thrown-together designer gear. They look that way only because they arrived in a Swarovski crystal-studded airship, from which they were lowered into the VIP area, where they stayed, eating veal paninis and enjoying cocktails made with hors d'age cognac and poor people's tears.