doling out high fives just because. 
In fact, a bridge that connected the 
campground to one area of stages 
often turned into a long line of com-
ers and goers extending their hands 
seeking to give and receive valida-
tion of whatever they were wear-
ing, saying, or feeling. If that sounds 
adorable to you, you’re so right

All nine stages were perfectly 

arranged so that the sound stayed 
concentrated exactly where it was 
supposed to be, though several stag-
es could be seen from many vantage 
points. You could always figure out 
what was going on across the way 
pretty easily, and it made the lineup 
of over 200 artists feel very manage-
able. The decor was outstanding: 
the main stage in particular was so 
smiley and massive it felt like it was 
hugging 160,000+ people at once. 
The ground’s lakes were converted 
into light-up fountains that gave off 
a magic castle vibe, and the random 
figures that could have come from a 
children’s storybook were arranged 
in various locations so that you’d 
always have something sweet to 
look at. I probably wasn’t supposed 
to get right up close, but one partic-
ular spot of larger-than-life mush-
rooms tucked behind a white picket 
fence made for a great spot to sit and 
let my thoughts swirl while watch-
ing everyone empty out at the end of 
the day. It was all very irresistible.

Unfortunately, not everyone left 

TomorrowWorld feeling as warm 
and fuzzy as I did. Not everyone 
gleefully welcomed the sleep depri-
vation that comes with raging for 
3-to-5 days, because a lot of people 
were sleep deprived after having 
spent Saturday night on a long trek 
back to their respective cars. My 
TomorrowWorld experience left 
me with nothing to desire but more 
of the perfect same, yet I can’t just 
leave out the not-so-perfect parts 
and pretend like everything was 
great for everyone. Before get-
ting into the nitty gritty, I’d like to 
praise the members of the Sunshine 
Sachs team I was in contact with 
both leading up to and during the 
festival. It’s obvious you gals and 
guys work crazy hard and I’m sure 
I can’t even begin to comprehend 
how many hours you put into this 
weekend. Thank you to tomorrow 
and beyond for working everything 
out for me.

To give you a little background, 

TomorrowWorld is a brand owned 
by SFX Entertainment. SFX was 
worth $1 billion in October 2013 
at $13 a share. Near the end of this 
August, the value of the company 
dropped to $88 million at 91 cents 
a share. When the market closed on 
Sept. 24, the day before Tomorrow-
World, SFX shares were only worth 
43 cents each.

Early Saturday evening, I and 

every other press attendee received 
a very proper e-mail from Sun-
shine Sachs, optimistically letting 
us know that guest safety was pri-
ority, that they were working to 
address the challenges the weather 
presented and that they felt lucky 
the festival site had such a “strong 
infrastructure.” I think sending that 
e-mail was a mistake. If the infra-
structure was so strong, neither 
shuttles nor Sunday entry should 
have been so drastically affected. 
But the market has spoken, and it 
tells me that cancelling was prob-
ably the easiest, cheapest, and safest 
thing for SFX to do. The value of the 
company is so low it couldn’t really 
get much lower anyway, and this 
eliminated the risk (however small 
or large is a different question I’m 
not capable of answering) of them 
getting even more bad flack if some-
thing worse than a really long, cold, 
fucked up walk were to happen to 
anyone.

Right now, SFX is doing so badly 

it’s on sale to the highest bidder. It 
would have been so great for orga-
nizers to have made the people 
whose weekend they ruined feel 
respected instead of neglected. But 
considering that the company had 
already been on a steady path to 
doom, I can’t help but think they 
just didn’t want to deal with it any-
more.

I think that if capitalism had 

told SFX that making that long, 
cold, fucked-up walk less fucked-
up would have been worth it, they 
would have cared, and they would 
have actually done something. 
I certainly felt cared for when 
I arrived on Friday, but various 
accounts tell me there was hardly 
a staff member in sight when shut-
tles no-showed on Saturday night. 
Help was even harder to find for 
campers making their way off the 
grounds on Monday; all the assis-
tance attendees had been offered 
on the way in what was entirely 
lacking on the way out. Suffice it 

to say that SFX dropped the ball 
on multiple accounts, and leav-
ing people with a pathetic apology 
dripping in stone cold PR profes-
sionalism just doesn’t cut it.

As someone who has learned a 

whole lot more about music and 
the music industry in the past few 
days than pretty much ever before, 
a quote I read from SFX founder 
and CEO Robert Sillerman in this 
Forbes article from the end of 
August seriously freaked me out: “I 
know nothing about EDM ... I meet 
the people whose places we’re buy-
ing. And I haven’t a fucking clue 
what they do or what they’re talking 
about. Not a clue. And I love it. I just 
love it.” Good for you, Bob, good for 
you. I’m glad you love EDM. So do 
I. But you have to know you sound 
like a douche. I realize I’m doing 
that thing that people hate journal-
ists to do in taking your quote out 
of context, but how many different 
interpretations of that statement 
are there? Are you actually the 
guy who buys and sells and tries 
to manipulate the fate of music 
because you think you know how 
much it’s worth? I’m sure you’re not 
a douche, but I think it’s safe to say 
you have more to learn about your 
own business. That’s awfully disap-
pointing, and I won’t be surprised 
if future TomorrowWorlds are run 
by anyone else. At least we can take 
comfort in the fact that even if SFX 
goes kaboom, and on the off chance 
TomorrowWorld ceases to exist, the 
spirit of music will never die. How 
many of you just rolled your eyes 
at me? You were supposed to. Don’t 
worry, now we can talk about the 
fun stuff.

My first day lineup included the 

likes of Dotcom slaying the It’s A 
Trap! stage (highlight: something 
about giving a fuck. “Nope.” BASS 
DROP AAAAH), a crash course in 
hardstyle at the Q-dance stage, and 
making the ridiculously surprising 
discovery that — brace yourselves — 
Shaq is a DJ now. No, it’s not some 
dude who tried to be clever and call 
himself Shaq (I was wrong), and 
he might have had the best set of 
the day. Mainstage headliners that 
night included Showtek, Steve Ang-
ello, Kaskade and Tiësto, and after 
roughly a week of processing what 
I heard during my time stopping in 
at the main stage between every-
thing else that was going on, I think 
I finally get it ... that was “big room 
house”, right?

Anyway, it wasn’t actually that 

interesting. I mean yeah, it’s great 
and energetic and fun and we were 
all was dancing our asses off, but 
one set didn’t really make me feel 
that much different than the other. 
And I don’t know, I could have used 
a little more “je ne sais quoi” with 
that one hand gesture everyone 
makes when they say that, instead 
of coming away not really knowing 
how to describe it because it didn’t 
really stick with me. That said, Tiës-
to (and the rest of you), I still want 
to hug you and your smiley Dutch 
self forever. Please be my fairy god-
mother, I feel like we would have so 
much fun together.

So many amazing people played 

on Saturday (you don’t need the 
list, just look here if you wanna 
be insanely jealous of me) but the 
Mythical Frames stage at the end 
of the day stole my heart. Grama-
tik you sexy motherfucker, what 
even was that? On Saturday night 
(during his officially scheduled set), 
he spun out all these crazy break-
downs that literally had my brain 
going 100 miles a second. I don’t 
really remember if I moved along 
or if I tried; mostly I just remember 
thinking, “Holy shit.” He was jazzy 
and funky and innovative and did I 
mention sexy? SO SEXY.

Speaking of sexy, let’s talk 

about the beatboxer who came on 
between Gramatik and Bassnectar 
and gave everyone the most surpris-
ing five minutes of the weekend. 
Seriously, it was filthy. Go watch 
the video — start halfway through if 
you’re really only trying to procras-
tinate a little you good student you--
and try telling me you don’t want to 
know what else Reeps One can do 
with his mouth. Bless.

While some people’s nights 

unfortunately turned to muck (ha 
ha), others who rightfully decided 
they weren’t going anywhere got 
treated to a late-night dance party 
after the rest of the music had 
stopped for the night, courtesy of 
none other than Gramatik. Dude, I 
don’t know why you did it (although 
I’m actively trying to reach him to 
get the scoop), but I would person-
ally like to thank you and/or who-
ever got you to go back up there. You 
rock, we love you. SFX, take a hint 
from this guy please.

Sunday 
was 
so 
bittersweet. 

The only bad thing about (my) 
Sunday was that I knew it would 
all be over in about 16 hours, when 
my 
thankfully-not-dead-by-then 

iPhone alarm would strike 4:45 
a.m. and I would have to grab my 
bag and get on a bus back to the 
airport and ultimately, back to real 
life. Fortunately I saw a guy running 
around with a flag that said “Fuck 
Real Life” several times that day, so 
that made me feel a little better.

The musical talent was of course 

out of this world. Appropriately, my 
day started with a phenomenal set 
by Space Jesus. I got to spend some 
time at the ironically named Grand 
Theatre later in the day, a tiny little 
outcrop of a stage that served as an 
experimental stomping ground for 
lesser known but very snazzy art-
ists like Kink, Faul & Wad Ad and 
many more. Milo & Otis were the 
perfect amount of naughty, Mar-
tin Garrix has done some growing 
up (mostly just physically, but he’s 
getting there), David Guetta was 
very impassioned, Flux was hilari-
ous and crazy, Excision killed, and 
Armin was predictably loveable. Oh, 
and there were fireworks both in 
the sky and in my head. It was great.

I got to ask Jasha Tull (Space 

Jesus) to describe his music via 
an e-mail interview. Although 
his answer is specific to his style, 
it’s totally excellent, and I think 
it speaks to the overall spirit of 
TomorrowWorld: extremely talent-
ed, outrageously creative, entirely 
wacked out, and full of heart.

“I would describe my music as 

channeling of inexplicable brain 
tickles to create sounds for robots 
and humans to play basketball to. 
When I write music I try to explore 
the confusion of alien sounds with 
innate musical nostalgia that exists 
within us all. In terms of a specific 
feeling I’m looking to evoke through 
my music, it would be the feeling 
of conceptualizing the universe, 
accept infinity, anything is possible. 
So my message would be to medi-
tate on what i just said while you 
snap your neck back and forth to a 
ice-cold hip hop beat.” 

For everyone who’s read other 

stories about the insanity, or for 
anyone who lived it, I hope this is 
a nice reminder that even though 
CEOs can suck, somehow a bunch 
of artists with tons of passion got 
together and made something 
amazing. They’re the kinds of art-
ists who think about what kind of 
music 
basketball-playing 
robots 

would listen to, the kinds who care 
so much about their audiences that 
they take a problem that isn’t theirs 
to solve into their own hands. I saw 
and felt a lot of unforgettable things 
that weekend, so to the people I met, 
you know who you are. To the music 
I heard, know that I’ll never stop lis-
tening. To TomorrowWorld, rock 
the fuck on.

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This summer, I devoted most 

of my daylight hours to helping 
women search for their perfect 
pair of jeans. After a meager 19 
years in the search, my seasonal 
employment 
at a local 
retailer helped 
me discover 
what may very 
well be my 
life’s purpose: 
assessing 
denim siz-
ing with the 
intention 
of boosting 
confidence 
levels. However, one fateful day, I 
just couldn’t help a bookish, petite 
brunette find her match.

After handing her a sizeable 

stack of various washes and fits, 
she emerged from the fitting room 
rocking a pair of Paige’s that fit 
her near perfectly; I felt as if my 
divine gift had been shared, yet 
again.

“These just don’t spark joy,” 

she said.

I didn’t understand — one, how 

a ridiculously flattering pair of 
jeans couldn’t bring joy to this 
woman, and two, what she meant 
by this “spark joy” nonsense. Was 
she an electrician-turned-yogi? I 
didn’t know.

In response to my puzzled 

countenance, she extolled the 
virtues of her fashion formula. 
She had recently finished author 
Marie Kondo’s “The Life Chang-
ing Magic of Tidying Up: The 
Japanese Art of Decluttering 
and Organizing.” In the self-help 
guide, Kondo explains her process 
of de-cluttering one’s life to be 
nothing more than keeping items 
that “spark joy” and ridding of 
anything that doesn’t. While I 
found the whole idea to be rather 
gimmicky and even more so in 
practice, I nevertheless resonated 
with bookish, petite brunette’s 
application of the maxim. I know 
when I like something or someone 
almost immediately. Clairvoy-
ant? Maybe. There’s an initial 
gravitation towards the articles of 
clothing, pieces of jewelry, beauty 
products, books and social net-

work platforms that I consistently 
use and seldom stray from. Maybe 
I’m awful and materialistic, but 
I swear, something sparks when 
I find something of upstanding 
superior quality — maybe it’s joy, 
maybe me and petite bookish bru-
nette are insane.

Inspired by petite, bookish 

brunette and Kondo, I cultivated 
a collection this summer that I’m 
likely to maintain throughout the 
fall — a set of inspirations that 
have manifested into my identity, 
or I suppose “spark joy” (am I 
doing this right, petite, bookish 
brunette?). My must-haves can 
conveniently be reduced to a list 
of ten — from icons to internet 
platforms, in no particular order, 
here’s what’s crucial right now:

1. Rompers
As I’ve stated before, the romp-

er is the most ingenious garment 
for plebeians and runway models, 
alike. It’s versatile, innovative, 
the love of my life and above all, 
always there when I can’t decide 
what to wear during this awful 
summer-to-fall transition.

2. Nameplate
Yes, nameplates have been pop-

ular for approximately two years 
and are verging on near-trendless. 
Then again, trends are a flop. 
I rock my gold-plated cursive-
inscribed epithet from Etsy on the 
daily. Bonus: it forces everyone 
you meet in class to never forget 
your name.

3. Rosewater toner
In theme of my general over-

dramatic praise of amazing beauty 
products, Thayer’s rosewater and 
witch hazel toner has changed my 
life for the better. Delicately scent-
ed and ridiculously low-priced ($8 
a bottle), it’s everything I’ve ever 
wanted in a facial clarifier.

4. LinkedIn Premium
This may seem like the outlier 

on the list, partially because it is. 
Get off Facebook, and start your 
free month of LinkedIn Premium 
ASAP. Your party pics may not be 
there, but professional connec-
tions await.

5. Espadrille Flats (seasonal)
Mid-July, I finally purchased 

a pair of faux-leather, espadrille 
slip-ons that I may or may not 

have taken off since. They’re 
unbelievably comfortable, incon-
ceivably chic and I always receive 
a compliment when I wear them.

6. Two types of mascara
For ultimate eyelash definition, 

I’ve been double-coating my lash-
es. A swoop of CoverGirl Lash-
Blast topped off with DiorShow is 
everything I need and more from 
that 8 a.m. discussion to 8 p.m. 
happy hour if I were of legal age.

7. Olivier Rousteing
I’m obsessed with the current 

creative director of Balmain. He’s 
real, he’s outrageously talented 
and he has a namesake army of 
models. Unfamiliar with Roust-
eig? Check out his intimate New 
Yorker profile, where he speaks 
from a point of hyper-awareness 
we seldom hear from the fashion 
world.

8. Kerastase Hair Oil
Next to myself, there’s no one 

I trust more than my beloved 
hair stylist. She’s been keeping 
my coif utterly on fleek for almost 
five years, and when she recom-
mended I invest in Kerastase 
Elixir Ultime for the promised 
“princess hair,” I immediately fol-
lowed orders.

9. Joan Didion’s packing list
After devoting a summer to the 

works of Didion, I’ve found zero 
flaws in the enigmatic empresses 
of prose. I became even more 
enamored when I stumbled upon 
her essentials for a strategic suit-
case. Simple, honing Didion’s sig-
nature cool, and full of leotards, 
I’m now packed for a trip to Cali 
that I’ve yet to book.

10. Bralettes
In defense of the lazy garment, 

I present you the single-most 
important negligee of our leisure-
obsessed society. The bralette 
isn’t even a real bra, and it adds 
a delicate touch when peeping 
through a top (read: it’s more 
comfortable than swaddling 
yourself in cashmere and a frac-
tion of the cost, and it’s made of 
pretty lace).

Filips forgot to put garlic 

pills on her list of favorite 

things. To chastise her, 

e-mail carofil@umich.edu.

STYLE COLUMN

My top 10 sartorial

must-haves

TOMORROW
From Page 1A

CAROLINE 

FILIPS

