It was the after-midnight naughty corner of the Glastonbury festival, a tucked-away stretch of the Somerset fields where tens of thousands of revellers flocked when the artists stopped playing.
They called it Lost Vagueness – an ironic pastiche of a Las Vegas strip with casinos, theatrical bars, naked burlesque, even an “unholy” wedding chapel and a boxing ring.
Now the festival-within-a-festival, which ended in 2007, is the subject of a documentary, released to coincide with Glastonbury’s fallow year. The film, Lost in Vagueness, was shot over 12 years by director Sofia Olins, who describes it as a journey from “anti-society DIY debauchery” to “prescribed corporate anarchy” – a shift she believes is indicative of Britain’s modern festival culture.
“I’d grown up in the rave scene when we all wore tracksuit bottoms and acted completely asexual,” Olins says. “So when I jumped into Lost Vagueness it felt…
Straight from The Guardian
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