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Festival wristbands are a necessary evil. Balenciaga’s £3,000 ‘raver bracelet’ is cringeworthy | Emma Garland
There is a moment during any music festival when I want to tear my skin off and go home. It’s not after the two-plus days of wet wipe “showers”. Or the thigh burn from hovering above a toilet seat (if there is one). Or even the powerful smell of aged …