It was wet. Security had forbidden my newly purchased umbrella (it has umbrellas on it – super meta), and as much as I loved the undeniable sex appeal of garbage bag ponchos, I was oh-so-relieved when the sun finally started to peek through the Bay Area gloom Sunday afternoon. As miserable as standing ankle deep in mud surrounded by clear plastic-bag people was, Treasure Island Music Festival was definitely a fascinating study in the intersection of hobo and hipster.

Luckily, the fashionably adamant few braved the rain in their Salvation Army coats and best boots. Joking aside, I managed to meet some incredibly cool girls who managed to balance the pretension with unique pieces and graciousness. Each of my three subjects created great looks around her coat. From the perfect camel find to a voluminous bat wing blanket to that aesthetically definitive green coat that radiated her personality, each created the ensemble.

That’s not to say that each girl was just a well-selected coat; I was most impressed by the little details that they described as little treasures. One girl smiled and swished her feather drop earrings from a boutique she works at, and another had a statement ring per grandma and some not-so-swishable earrings made of authentic rattlesnake fangs. I usually find that festival-wear tends to blend into some mass reduction of an Urban Outfitters catalogue, but despite the occasional tight-pants-flannel-flock, I was impressed by the personal style statements that shined through the rain and the wind.