Beer-induced fashion hunt.

In addition to being a pursuer of fashion, I am also a pursuer of beer. Ladies and gentlemen, I have returned from the 11th Annual Legendary Booneville Beerfest. I bring glad tidings of fashion joy. I found the hippest beer-onistas in Booneville. And when I get a couple beers in me, boy do I get camera happy. I burned through a pair of Duracells in 2 hours. Here is the best of Boonville. The most daring individuals of the bunch. I apologize if the photos are blurry…I don’t know what got into me (oh wait, yes I do!).

I didn’t even touch the surface of beer-fashion-oisseurs at this party. Towards the end, I sat there enebriated and helpless (with a dead camera) as ladies danced drunkenly around an impromptu blue grass set up in fedoras, sundresses, lovely sandals, pleats and hems perfectly placed and unapologetic, with lagers, ales, pilsners, hefeweizens, and stouts in hand.

Heaven.

Lynne

May 8th, 2007 at 7:18 am

Sounds like a fine day, Amber, thanks for sharing! Lots of charm in these casual looks! The chap with the belly flab tat was a little scary, but the girl behind him in the nifty knee pants looked tough.

eve

May 8th, 2007 at 7:34 am

Hi Lynne, it’s me, Eve.
I am the drunken picture taker. Guilty. I had to include the belly tat, as I totally admire people who love what they do and do what they love. This guy was a brewer, and the tatoo represents BEER! What’s not to love about that!?!

May 8th, 2007 at 1:33 pm

Oops, sorry, Eve! It was my day off and I don’t think my eyes were open yet….