The temperatures in Philadelphia have been in the 90s this week. As I was walking around Center City running errands, I had beads of sweat running down my face and was starting to develop swamp ass.
Reflecting on the day, I realize that I should have worn something from the hippie side of my closet: a tunic, caftan, or midi dress would have provided ample ventilation. I think the hippies are on to something in their summer style choices; my mind goes to early 2000s Bonnaroo, before festival fashion became what it is today. Manchester, Tennessee even in early June is intense, and most of the festival attendees set up camp for the entire three days. If the hippies at Bonnaroo can handle three days in a wardrobe of breezy dresses, caftans, and tunics, I can stand the Philadelphia heat in the same pieces.