For the next stop of our Open Road tour for the face of Theo Fennell’s jewellery line, Alias took the Dazed team to Cornwall's Port Eliot festival to scout for its most interesting and eccentric festival looks. Port Eliot's festival history started in the 80s as 'The Elephant Fayre', which saw performance artists and bands such as The Cure, The Fall and Siousxie and the Banshees play to a crowd of around 1,500. Two decades on, after reinventing itself as a literary festival, Port Eliot is now going strong in its eighth year as a multi-arts, performance and music festival, but traces of its punk history were notable in the likes of legendary 'Bard of Salford', John Cooper Clarke's recital 'Home Honey I'm High' and punk and rock royalty, Anita Pallenberg and Paul Simonon gracing Port Eliot's majestic grounds.

The impressive line up of speakers included an unannounced recital by Kate Winslet, Caitlin Moran and Joe Dunthorne (writer of Brit film Submarine) Peep Show writers, Sam Bain and Jesse Armstrong, among many others, whilst Martin Scorsese curated  an outdoor 'Cinema Paradiso' and Martin Parr wandered the crowd to take shots of unsuspecting festival goers. Hermes' horsebox had a stream of people making their way through to collect goody bags and golden inflatable horses, whilst Louise Gray and Anna Sui hosted workshops in the fashion area at the back of the walled garden. Veering from the cliched festival offerings, Port Eliot offered a dip in the river, sea kayaking, locally caught lobsters, oysters and scrumpy jack, restaurant-style take-aways and even a flower show.

And if all that sounds just a little too grown up, then there was also a hidden nightclub in the middle of the woods, complete with wonky dancefloor and a one minute disco from artists Levacklewandowsdki, which rocked up to unsuspecting punters and flashed a full-on disco scene from the back of a van, for, you guessed it, one minute. The live music programme was distinctly rootsy feeling, and whilst that might not be to everyone's taste, sets from the likes of gravel-voiced, Aussie skiffle band, Hatz Fitz, would have made Jack & Meg White jealous.