Where ruffles meet the golden sand - "Feria de Sevilla"

Rocío Wears the Punk Earrings

There are places that can't be explained — they must be lived.
And there are moments that can't be remembered — they must be felt.
For me, the April Fair (Feria de Abril) is both at once.

Since I was a child, I’ve experienced the fair as a tradition passed down through generations — from grandmothers to mothers, from mothers to daughters. Preparing the dress, the accessories, the hairstyle… it’s a way of connecting with everything we are. There's an energy you only understand when your feet touch the fairground’s albero.

A BIT OF HISTORY, BECAUSE EVERYTHING HAS A REASON

Did you know the April Fair started as a livestock market? Two merchants proposed it to the City Council in 1846, and — though it may seem incredible — the first fair was held in 1847 with just 19 booths. Today, there are over a thousand.

At some point, livestock trading gave way to singing, wine, and dancing… and Seville did what it does best: turning tradition into art.

HOW I EXPERIENCE IT

Today, I live it from a different place. In different heels, but with the same excitement. The fair means family, friends, and laughter that turns into fits of giggles. It’s that moment you walk through the main entrance and feel that everything will be okay. That here, time stops, and everything becomes color, music, and pure presence.

Some days are soft — paper lanterns glowing, dresses twirling in the wind, cool rebujito, and carriage rides. Others are more intense — booth-hopping, impromptu sevillanas, and toasts you didn’t plan. Because at the fair, no one complains: we dance, we toast, we embrace.

BEHIND THE SCENES

Last year, I wore a very special orange dress. Classic cut, but with a unique twist that made it stand out. I paired it with our PUNK earrings by Crusset, because I felt like breaking the mold a bit: flamenco style, yes — but with character. That contrast made me feel truly myself.

I wore my hair in a clean bun and placed a big flower on top, just the way it should be. Clear gaze, straight posture, and a whole lot of joy. You don’t need more than that. At the fair, when you feel good, everything falls into place effortlessly.

WHAT I TAKE WITH ME

The April Fair is one of those things that makes me feel more like myself. More Andalusian. More woman. My inner child.
It’s my people. It’s my roots.

And every year, when the last lantern dims and the sevillanas fade away, I make the same promise to myself: to come back with the same sparkle in my eyes.

Thank you for reading this far.
Thank you for being here.

– R