After Coachella, you sort of feel you need a vacation. This is me right now…totally POOPED. But I absolutely LOVE, LOVE festival season. The quick and easy way of throwing on looks…playing with crazy layers of lace, fringe, and tie-dye. It’s the music, the rock n’ roll, and it’s the dirt and dust that gets me going….inspiring me to get dressed in the morning. “What am I not afraid to get dirty in?!” and “Why is my suitcase once again overflowing?” I was daring this year. Sporting white on white as I sat down on the grass…my Lulu’s
like my wings for the night, forever blowing in the wind behind me as I ran from tent to tent in the dark.
Luckily, work has brought me to California, my hometown, yet again. Waking up at the Sunset Tower hotel, I was already jetlagged, but I was SOOO ready for a weekend getaway, hopping first thing in the car. And away we went to Palm Springs, picking up my sister along the way! Coachella always feel like the longest weekend of my life. And when it’s all over, you just wish you could start all over again, but maybe just giving yourself a few more minutes by the pool! There’s that time just when the sun is going down that is just magical in Indio. I could lay and doze off, looking to the clouds as the sun fades away. We drove early Friday morning under the desert sun…our feather headresses and shoes thrown into the backseat of our car. The lineup schedule shining off our phones. I had Lana Del Rey, Foxygen, Arcade Fire, and Ty Segall on my mind…with a sprinkle of Kid Cudi and Pharrell to make the festival EXTRA insane. I’ve walked away from Coachella sleepless yet once again, still inspired. A little desert getaway does a body good. BORN TO DIE currently on repeat tonight because that particular Lana album is the best way to ring in another amazing summer. Goodnight Los Angeles.