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.










