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I'm Tolly (also known as, Tolly Dolly Posh), I'm 18 and for the past 6 years I've been writing and producing a fashion blog which has slowly morphed into a platform for ethical and sustainable fashion. Over the years, I've been featured in publications such as The Telegraph Magazine, i-D, DAZED and even on BBC Radio 4. Most recently though, I was the face of Earth Day for Instagram's official flagship acc...
To overstate any one of the Kardashians’ influence over the collective conscience of the internet is frankly impossible. The most minor of actions are sure to be noted, with spectators waiting with bated breath for the next scandal. The masses need a spectacle (full disclosure- myself fully included). Yet it’s inevitable that at points such scenes are going to breach the boundary between simple entertainment and that which holds actual, tangible implications over real world issues.
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2018’s Hat Fair was fundamentally one of change - with Sunday’s events being based in North Walls recreation ground for the first time, it was always going to be a different experience than years before. The new, larger site allowed for a shift in schedule for the majority of major performances to take place on the festival’s final day, rather than a heavier Friday night as it had been previously.
In the roads around Winchester Discovery Centre, one might hear the faint splashing of waves and the buzzing of sea shanties. Out of Bounds Theatre’s Beware of Pirates is in full swing. As we meet the five swashbucklers, we discover they have just lost their ship - now disappeared amongst the waves.
Able Mabel, a self-described ‘professional idiot’, captivates the attention of a heaving crowd on the high street, even as she performs in the beating heat of the midday sun.
Just a passage away from the chaos of Main Street, tucked away from the crowds, one can find Parchment Street’s party. With bunting overhead, false grass and hay bales below, and seemingly surrounded by afternoon tea, there is an undeniable sense of English charm about the intimate space.
I will admit that, prior to entering the inflatable sculpture which is Colourscape - its exterior perhaps comparable to a ridiculously complex tent - I am apprehensive. Temperatures outside are fast approaching 30 degrees. Thankfully, such oppressive heat works in favour of an exhibit that is, for all intents and purposes, wholly consuming, catering to every sense; heat essentially sits as a weighted blanket over participants.
Unnerving and amazing, The Forgotten Crafts of Paris is a masterclass in miming ability, ornate costuming, and confusing your audience. This is no bad thing. The act’s space gives no initial indication of what is to happen, arranged in a manner reminiscent of a clock face, with each performer atop their own small raised platform equipped with a speaker. On all sides are frozen bodies, dressed in period (if baroque) outfits, with heavy white makeup obfuscating their true expressions.
Go out and grab the nearest male with any affinity for filmmaking and quiz him on his favourite directors. Go out- do it.
I feel secure in guaranteeing that amongst the ‘Tarantinos’ and the ‘Finchers’ one name that shall continuously arise is that of Edgar Wright, English director, producer, screenwriter, national treasure. He is perhaps best known for his series of films ‘The Cornetto Trilogy’, linked not chronologically, but by a similar central idea: parodying a particular genre of film, o...