Salzburg's chicest interval retreat, the Karl-Böhm-Saal, has been hosting a wardrobe full of shoes all summer. Thirty-four pairs to be specific, hanging from a ceiling as the centrepiece of an installation by Javier Perez. Imaginary couples dance in circles around a phonograph which endlessly repeats the same tune.
It's an apt metaphor for the dress sense of the Salzburg audience, to most of whom fashion is a foreign word.
But there were exceptions. Let's start with the most stylish of all.
Look! She could even wear beige patent platforms without resembling a Russian hooker:
This next lady could never be called chic, but she was that rarest of all things in Salzburg, a true individual. I loved the hallucinatory boldness of her flaming hair and flowing floral robes:
Who would have the balls to dye their hair pink in a sea of helmet heads? Why, this lady:
But the typical Salzburg customer looks more like this pair. Complete with o-god-still-another-four-hours-till-supper expressions:
Some ladies had a flair for colour:
And of course there were the traditional Tracht-wearers - though not nearly as many as some commentators would have you believe. Mostly they hunted in pairs:
Not many opted for perenially chic black, though those who did were some of the best-dressed:
Isn't the little old Japanese lady on the left fabulous?
Here's a close up:
More Japanese style, junior version. He was better-behaved than 99% of the adult audience, in case you're wondering:
A few random frocks. I loved the plunging back of this one:
These shoes are a bit orthopaedic, but the apple-green dress is just perfect with her hair:
A gorgeous vintage-style gown that billowed behind her as she walked:
Given the customer demographic, it's not surprising the chiffon frock/comfy shoe combination was widespread:
What's wrong with this next picture? Why nothing. Except that it was taken at 10.50.
In the morning.
Although posh frocks were the order of the day, the odd denim-clad interloper did manage to sneak their way in. There is, by the way, no official dress code, and I didn't feel that anyone was in any way judged by their clothing choices. Except by me.