Leather shorts, thigh-slapping dances and whip-cracking rituals – no I’m not talking perverse darkroom practises, I’m reporting from Munich Oktoberfest, the world’s biggest beer festival. And let me tell you there’s enough here to appeal even to non-devotees of wheat beer and dirndl chic.
You see, if you hail from an over-styled but slightly narcoleptic city like Zurich, and are ever so tired of fast fashion trends, Munich in general and Oktoberfest in particular makes you feel like you just landed in paradise lost: a cabinet of kitsch monstrosities, full of matronly charm, calorific treats and a dandyesque disdain for what the arbiters of cool consider hip right now.
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