Pennant
Five stages, one afternoon — strung on a single line.
Scroll to run the wind down the garland. The bunting pulls taut, the flags rise, and the whole festival raises itself stage by stage.
Follow the flags
across the park.
Every flag that just flew off the garland lands on its stage. Drop a pennant, and the path between them draws itself — no map-reading, just follow the bunting down the riverbank.
What's playing
right now.
A gust runs the schedule string. The moment it reaches the current act, that pennant ignites green — now playing, no refresh, no reading the fine print.
One gust,
the whole park.
Move your cursor — the wind runs through every flag on the field. This is the festival at full flutter: five stages live, thirty-one acts strung on one line.
Every act,
strung up.
Five stages, thirty-one acts, one afternoon on the riverbank. Follow the flags — the pennant nearest you is always the thing playing now.