This past summer, in the spirit of post-lockdown revelry, I attended a couple of music festivals in London. Gala in Peckham and Peggy Gou’s Pleasure Gardens event were clearly aimed at a younger audience than me, but both felt reassuringly familiar. Partly, it was the line-ups – Mr Gilles Peterson, Horse Meat Disco, DJ Harvey, all fine artists who have been plying their trade since I could first legally go to nightclubs – but mainly it was that the crowd was a sea of people half my age, cosplaying my youth: Stüssy, Berghaus and Stone Island jackets, technical GoreTex fabrics, Air Max 95s, vintage England football shirts and capacious hoodies with cosmic motifs. Lots of people in an advanced state of refreshment.
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