Because “just winging it” in cargo shorts is not a personality

Let’s be honest: the phrase “festival fashion” used to strike fear into the hearts of men everywhere.

You’d see girls in rhinestone bras and angel wings, and then pan to the dudes… in basketball shorts, a tank top that says “Send It,” and a backwards hat from 2011. And that was the extent of guys’ festival outfits. Look, we love a man who’s comfortable- but we also love a man who understands that music festivals are part dance party, part fashion show, part spiritual awakening in a field of LED mushrooms.

If you're reading this, you’ve already taken the most important step: you care. And that makes you one of the good ones. 

This isn’t about being a runway model or dressing like a space wizard (unless… you want to). It’s about showing up in a way that feels bold, effortless, and ready for a 12-hour dance floor journey followed by deep conversations with a guy named MoonDaddy under a disco ball made of mirrors and childhood trauma.

So whether you're a first-time festie, a seasoned sparkle cowboy, or a guy who just wants to look cooler than the bros in tank tops that smell like Axe body spray and poor decisions, this blog is for you.

We’re breaking down guys festival outfits- from jungle raves to city fests to transformational deserts- and how to build your look from head to (dusty) toe.

You’ll get complete outfit formulas and real styling tips from our epic collection of men’s faux fur coats (trust us- you’ll need one when the temperature drops at 2 a.m.) and our men’s leggings & festival pants that make your legs look like art and feel like freedom.

Let’s upgrade your guys' festival outfit from “whatever’s clean” to “main character in a coming-of-age film scored by Flume.”

So buckle up my little desert dust warrior, because here comes major main character men’s festival outfit breakdowns. And you thought you were just reading a boring ol blog. 

For: Burning Man, Love Burn, AfrikaBurn, or any event where dust is a love language and your outfit is your aura

Ash Wilder didn’t come to play- he came to build a city, burn a sculpture, and vibe on the astral plane with his spirit guide named Coyote Steve.

He’s part Mad Max, part medicine man, and somehow always has electrolytes and emotional clarity. He doesn’t just attend festivals- he emerges from sandstorms fully formed in a cloud of palo santo, looking like the lead in a post-apocalyptic fashion show sponsored by radical self-expression.

This guy didn’t just throw something on. He assembled his look with the precision of a moon-phase calendar and the flair of someone who once made out with a fire spinner named Raven. His look says, “Yes, I sleep in a hexayurt. No, I don’t believe in linear time.”

He doesn’t have Wi-Fi, but he does have a solar-powered fan, essential oils, and a collection of handmade accessories blessed by a Peruvian sound healer named Miguel. And somehow, while you’re on day three in a dusty baseball cap and low spirits, he emerges from a sandstorm looking like a post-apocalyptic fashion prophet who just won Milan Fashion Week on a Segway.

Top: 

• Mesh tank top (bonus if sun-faded). Open-front hooded wrap or desert robe

• Cropped utility vest with pockets for survival snacks and moon rocks

Bottom:

• Drop-crotch harem pants with enough space for movement and mysticism

• Utility kilt with carabiner flair (knee-length or higher if the thighs are thriving)

• Dust-stained joggers that may or may not have seen your awakening

Outerwear:

• Faux fur coat that’s half-warrior, half-blanket-fort

• Hooded cloak that turns you into a nomadic fashion god after sunset

Footwear:

• Combat boots that have danced in a dust storm and lived to tell the tale

• Sturdy leather sandals with just enough structure to say “Yes, I hike art installations for fun”

Accessories:

• Goggles (both practical and part of your mystique)

• Dust mask or scarf tied like you’re leading a rebellion at dawn

• Hydration backpack with enough capacity for electrolytes and existential crisis

• Wristbands made from found objects, gifted intentions, and repurposed tent parts

• Tiny utility belt or pouch that holds sage, gum, and secrets

Ash Wilder’s Energy Check:

He knows the best place to watch the sunrise. He’s already fixed two bikes and mediated a cuddle puddle dispute. His playlist is just the sound of wind chimes and bass in the distance. He wears his faux fur not to impress, but to protect his softness from the harsh desert world.

He may or may not whisper things like:

“I traded my past self for this jacket.”
“It’s not fashion- it’s function… and interdimensional swagger.”
“I haven’t slept in two days but my chakras are immaculate.”

Festival Look For Men Style Tip:

Layer like a warrior-poet. Your outfit should be as ready for a whiteout as it is for a silent disco at midnight. Function & flair = survival & slay.

For: EDC, Ultra, Hard Summer, and anywhere the bass is sacred and shirts are optional

This guy didn’t come to dance- he came to summon bass gods, melt face paint, and emotionally heal through lasers.

His name is Laser Lance, and he’s not afraid to rave in the morning. In fact, he prefers it. While the crowd’s still sleeping off their poor hydration choices, Lance is already shirtless at the sunrise set, glowing with purpose and probably handing out electrolyte packets like rave communion.

Lance doesn’t walk into a festival- he materializes under a strobe light with a whistle, a hydration pack, and a pocket full of Vicks. He’s got LED everything, a fan that folds with flair, and the kind of dance moves that say “I came here to sweat, hydrate, and emotionally purge to house music.”

He’s not here to blend in- he’s here to become the light source. Whether he’s front row at the main stage or hyping up a side set in the techno tent, he’s always camera-ready, crowd-loved, and one whistle away from a full-body serotonin blast.

And he’s not ashamed of his tight yellow mesh neon shirt. He owns 12 of them in varying degrees of transparency. He knows he looks good, because he works out 10 days a week- Laser Lance runs on a different timeline than the rest of us. He’s existing on multiple planes- and raving on every single one. The mesh? That’s just a public service. A tasteful window into the temple.

Top:

• Neon mesh tank (the tighter, the better- visibility is kindness)

• Reflective harness or cropped light-up jacket

• A neon animal print hoodie that glows in the dark

• Shirtless with LED suspenders, because sometimes less is literally more

Bottom:

• Holographic men’s leggings that say “I brought the energy”

• Animal print  with party pockets and movement magic

• UV-reactive leggings if he’s feeling spicy (he’s usually feeling spicy)

Footwear

• Platform sneakers that make him taller, louder, and spiritually airborne

• Rave-ready trainers that handle cardio and compliments

Accessories:

• LED sunglasses, kandi stacks, hydration pack covered in affirmations

• Folding fan (snaps open at the drop like a battle cry)

• Neck bandana that doubles as an impromptu towel and vibe filter

He glows from the inside and the outside. He’s had three emotional breakthroughs on the dance floor and isn’t afraid to cry in a laser tunnel. He will hug you, hydrate you, and gently pull you back into the moment if you’re spiraling during the psytrance set.

He says things like:

“Let’s stretch before we rage.”
“You haven’t really lived until you’ve two-stepped through sunrise.”
“This remix healed something in my lineage.”

Lance has no shame, no chill, and no off-switch- and we love him for it.

Glow like you mean it. Choose fabrics that stretch, sweat, and reflect light from every angle. Rave fashion isn’t about subtlety- it’s about showing up like the beat owes you money.

For: Electric Forest, Shambhala, Symbiosis, or any gathering where the trees feel like family and hugs last a little too long

This man doesn’t attend festivals- he communes.

He’s not walking through the crowd, he’s gliding barefoot across moss, offering kombucha and unsolicited wisdom. 

His name is Rootz (yes, with a “z”), and he once healed someone’s inner child with a handpan solo.

Rootz doesn’t wear outfits, he wears intentions. Every fabric has a story. Every accessory was either handmade by a shaman in Bali or gifted to him in a past life. He’s got crystals for clarity, oils for grounding, and probably a small snake named Shakti tucked gently into his shoulder bag.

He doesn’t operate on a normal sleep schedule. Rootz doesn’t count hours- he counts sunsets, sound baths, and the number of times he has cried during a flute solo. He hasn’t worn a watch since 2012 because, in his words, “linear time is a colonial construct, bro.” Somehow, he always shows up exactly when the set gets good, barefoot and smiling, like he just emerged from a portal made of incense and forgiveness.

Top:

• Flowing kimono or open poncho with earthy patterns

• Crochet tank top that says “I spin fire, but emotionally”

• Woven tunic with deep V-neck and deeper energy

Bottom:

• Harem pants in earth tones, patchwork joggers, or pants made from vintage curtains (seriously, he made them)

• Wrap pants that say “I could teach breathwork or steal your girl- respectfully”

Footwear:

• Barefoot shoes or well-loved boots he calls “grounding talismans”

• Occasionally no shoes at all, just sheer connection with the planet

Accessories:

• SpiritHood for when the forest gets chilly (shop men’s hoods)

• Leather belt pouch filled with cacao, sage, and maybe some dried mango

• Crystal necklace that jingles when he laughs (and he laughs often)

• An instrument slung across his back (probably a flute or travel-sized gong)

He knows your moon sign without asking. He’s led at least three group meditations this weekend and cried during two sets- but like, beautifully. He may invite you to a cuddle puddle or help you release generational shame through interpretive dance.

He says things like:

“This isn’t music- it’s medicine.”
“Time isn’t real, but the bass is.”
“You have really grounded energy. Have you ever tried ecstatic contact improv?”

He smells like palo santo, speaks in metaphors, and is low-key the best dancer at the entire festival.

Layer up with texture, meaning, and flow. Prioritize breathable fabrics, sacred geometry, and at least one item that feels like it holds a story- or a spell. Your vibe is the accessory. Your energy is the look.

For: Coachella, Gov Ball, Outside Lands, Day Trip- aka, festivals with VIP lounges, mirror selfies, and oat milk cold brew on tap

Meet Jett.
He didn’t get dressed. He got curated.

He’s the guy whose outfit looks effortless, but somehow his pants match the sunset and the LED wristbands and your emotional availability.

Jett's been to more day parties than doctor appointments and somehow always ends up in the VIP section- even when there isn’t one. Jett doesn’t rave- he glides. He doesn’t sweat- he dews. And he doesn’t camp- he Airbnbs walking distance from the fest.

He came here for the music, the vibes, and yes, the content. His phone is charged, his camera roll is organized by aesthetic, and he definitely brought a ring light. Or two.

Top:

• Open short-sleeve printed button-down that says “vacation, but make it hot”

• Oversized graphic tee with just the right amount of ironic edge

• Mesh tank layered under a breezy shirt for dimension

• A men’s faux fur coat strategically draped across your shoulders

Bottom:

• Tailored cargos, cropped trousers, or designer shorts with structure

• Anything with drawstrings that don’t need to function but look good flapping in the wind

Footwear:

• High-end sneakers (never white after day one)

• Suede boots with festival dust as an intentional accent

Accessories:

• A faux fur bucket hat, tiny sunglasses, and one chain that says “I thrifted this in Barcelona”

• Crossbody bag or fashion-forward fanny pack filled with SPF and compliments

• A fan- not because he needs it, but because it photographs well

• Possibly a mini disposable camera for the vibe (not because he’s gonna actually use it)

He’s already planned two outfit changes just in case. He has a backup pair of socks in his bag, and he’s not afraid to moisturize mid-set. He’s chill, he’s vibey, and his Instagram grid has cohesive color grading. He will absolutely photobomb your group shot- and somehow improve it.

He says things like:

“Wait, the lighting here’s insane. Stay right there.”
“I’m only here for Kaytranada and the hot dogs.”
“You guys, that was actually a really healing DJ set.”

Layer textures. Mix cool with cool. Let your accessories do the talking- and bring an outfit that photographs well but survives a 12-hour day. Jett’s rule of thumb? If you wouldn’t wear it to brunch, don’t wear it to the fest.

For: Envision, Tulum, jungle raves, rooftop DJ sets, and anywhere the dress code is “shirtless with intention”

Sol doesn’t enter a space- he flows into it.
He’s barefoot. He’s bronzed. He’s carrying a handmade coconut vessel that may or may not contain mezcal and positive affirmations. His outfit is one gust of wind away from being a sensual awakening- and that’s exactly how he likes it.

You’ll find Sol on a beach dance floor, surrounded by admirers, glowing like he’s lit from within. He’s never worn a shirt without unbuttoning it immediately. He wakes up with perfect hair. He leads sunrise breathwork and moonlit makeouts, and he definitely plays the handpan.

Top:

• Open linen button-down with 2 buttons max (and they’re optional)

• Gauzy wrap vest or breathable robe that doubles as post-swimwear

• Honestly, no top at all- his aura does the heavy lifting

Bottom:

• Sarong tied just right to suggest both mystery and mobility

• Linen pants with a deep side slit (a breeze is part of the look)

• Breezy shorts in earth tones or jungle prints

• Men’s leggings in a bold animal print

Footwear:

• Barefoot sandals or minimalist slip-ons- if he’s wearing shoes at all

• Anklets made from shells, twine, or memories

Accessories:

• Beaded necklace with an opalite pendant that “found him” in Bali

• Wide-brim straw hat that somehow never gets sweaty

• Shell bracelet he got during a 5D cacao ceremony

• Lightweight scarf for dramatic sunset twirls or impromptu shade sharing

• A fan, but like, a hand-carved one from Oaxaca

He always smells faintly of coconut, salt air, and a hint of sandalwood. His eyes are soft but knowing. He doesn’t dance- he undulates. He will slow-blink at you in a way that heals your fear of intimacy, and then offer you aloe vera he harvested from his Airbnb garden.

He says things like:

“I don’t really drink, but I’ll have one if it’s ceremonial.”
“Let’s talk about your solar plexus.”
“This DJ is channeling something ancestral right now.”

He’s not toxic- he’s tonic. And he’s surprisingly down to earth for a man who wears a sarong and nothing else.

When in doubt, remove a layer- and then make sure the layer you do wear feels like a soft breeze wrapped around a good decision. Go for breathable fabrics, relaxed silhouettes, and textures that let the wind flirt with you.

For: Lightning in a Bottle, BOOM Festival, Oregon Eclipse, or any gathering where you can cry, dance, and do breathwork- all before lunch

This is Bodhi. He’s here to raise the vibration, bless the dance floor, and realign your heart chakra with a 528Hz tuning fork. He’s part movement facilitator, part DJ whisperer, part ceremonial cuddle commander.

He shows up with nothing but a duffel bag, a sheepskin rug, and a deep sense of purpose. By day, he’s leading a workshop titled “The Alchemy of Stillness”. By night, he’s shirtless under the stars, swaying to tribal house like he’s summoning a storm spirit. The man doesn’t wear cologne- he wears intention and sacred smoke.

Top:

• Sleeveless tunic made of woven linen, blessed by a moon circle

• Sacred geometry muscle tee or low-cut wrap shirt

• Hemp vest with pockets for Palo Santo and emotional breakthroughs

• A long men’s faux fur coat with a secret pocket where he can stash his blessed mushroom elixirs

Bottom:

• Flow pants or yoga joggers with embroidered waistbands

• Tribal-print harem pants that are equal parts danceable and devotional

• Anything you can squat, meditate, and lightly levitate in

Footwear:

• Soft leather sandals (bonus if handmade)

• No shoes, just the Earth’s frequency

Accessories:

• Mala beads, copper rings, third eye jewel sticker

• Faux fur vest for sunrise chill and sudden soul retrieval

• Crossbody satchel full of cacao, essential oils, and sound bowls

• Large water vessel marked “blessed” in permanent marker

He hasn’t eaten a real meal in two days, but he’s sustained by breath, sunlight, and five collective om’s. He’s cried during three DJ sets (tears of joy), and every conversation he has starts with “Can I share something with you?”

He says things like:

“This isn’t dancing- it’s somatic release.”
“There’s a lot of solar plexus energy in this crowd.”
“Let’s ground for a moment before we integrate.”

Bodhi may or may not own a handpan, but he definitely has a playlist called “Sacred Bass for Surrender.”

Dress like you might lead a workshop and officiate a wedding in the same outfit. Sacred doesn’t mean stiff- choose flowy, comfortable layers in natural fabrics with deep pockets and deeper meaning. And always bring one item that makes you feel like a walking sound bath.

Your men’s festival look is your energy. Let’s find out who you really are on the dance floor.

A. Sarong, sandals, and one well-oiled ab.
B. Faux fur coat, goggles, and 17 pockets of mysterious items.
C. Neon mesh tank and reflective shorts so shiny they blind a DJ.
D. Kimono, barefoot shoes, and a crystal taped to your sternum.
E. Button-down, crisp sneakers, and layered accessories you practiced in the mirror.
F. Sacred geometry tunic, flow pants, and a satchel full of cacao.

A. Cold plunge, maca smoothie, and a steamy voice memo to your situationship.
B. Fixing your bike, charging your solar panel, and writing your playa name on your water bottle.
C. High knees in the hotel hallway while blasting house remixes and misting yourself in setting spray.
D. Breathwork, journaling, and giving your plants a pep talk before you leave.
E. Final outfit check, lip balm inventory, and 45 seconds of eye contact with yourself in the mirror.
F. Lighting incense, pulling a tarot card, and emotionally preparing to cry to a flute solo.

A. Coconut water, massage oil, and your phone at 12% (on purpose).
B. Headlamp, multi-tool, dust mask, extra gum, and… is that a crystal?
C. Electrolyte packets, backup mesh, three fans, and a USB charger shaped like a panda.
D. Cacao nibs, a poem someone gave you in 2017, and a pan flute.
E. SPF 50, breath spray, and a disposable camera “for the aesthetic.”
F. Singing bowl, mala beads, herbal tinctures, and a laminated schedule of healing workshops.

A. Shirtless, oiled up, slow-rolling your hips like you’ve got ancient knowledge in there.
B. Boots stomping, fur flying, eyes closed, fully in your power.
C. Jumping, yelling, sweating, absolutely glowing- you ARE the light show.
D. Barefoot grooving, arms flowing, eyes slightly misty.
E. Smooth two-step, stylish bounce, occasionally stopping to check the lighting.
F. Meditative movement, gentle sway, possibly crying. But like… beautiful crying.

A. Eye contact that feels like foreplay.
B. Fixes your bike, hands you an electrolyte packet, disappears mysteriously.
C. Starts a conga line, then picks you up during a drop.
D. Offers you a cacao kiss (it’s like a regular kiss, but more heart-centered).
E. Takes your pic, then says “You’re actually super photogenic” and walks away.
F. Compliments your aura, shares a playlist, invites you to a cuddle ceremony.

Whether you’re a dust-covered desert drifter, a neon rave legend, a sacred sound bath facilitator, or just a guy trying not to wear the same outfit as every other Brad in a tank top- you’ve got options. Good ones.

Festivals aren’t just about music- they’re about transformation. And the right outfit doesn’t just look good- it sets the tone for the experience you’re about to have (and the photos you’re about to post).

So whatever your vibe, one thing’s for sure: you’ll need something that feels bold, expressive, and just wild enough to make a statement without saying a word.

That’s where SpiritHoods comes in.

From faux fur coats that double as wearable art to spirithoods that make you instantly festival-famous, our Men’s Collection is built for guys who get it.

The ones who don’t just attend festivals- They arrive.