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Fishnets in the desert. A year ago no one would have understood it, this year everybody (your mom included) is wearing them to Coachella. Just think of the tan lines…That being said, this is probably my favourite look from last weekend. After purchasing my Palm Springs LV backpack and desert boots, I knew I’d have to come up with something to make them work for the first festival weekend of the season. A vintage Tee from our trip to Austin last year came to mind immediately. Colour scheme was perfect and I’d never have the cojones to wear it with fishnets anywhere else.
It wouldn’t be a festival without some kind of tasteful and non-offensive headdress. Last Coachella I had the chance to wear a beautiful feather crown by Amaroq, so this year I approached them to design a new crown. One crown to rule them all! That’s a Lord of the Rings reference btw…I digress. After talking crystals and metals for a few weeks, the incredible piece that was sent to me took my breath away. If I could I would wear it every day….like even right now…if I wasn’t too lazy to get out of bed to grab it to put it on, I would.
Finally When the weekend started approaching I started to browse the world wide web looking for dinky accessories that would bring the festival vibes to the look. Seriously though, I should start a website called “shit you’ll need to look like everybody else at Coachella”, and sell nothing but fake septum rings and bejewelled face stickers…I’d make a fortune. Because my Givenchy nose ring and necklace didn’t make me feel like Goldmemeber enough yet, I added some gold sticky things to my face. Taaadaaaa. The Inception of a Coachella look occurs.
Amaroq crown, Glasses and fishnets from Urban Outfitters, Body Bauble face bling, Givenchy nose ring and necklace, Vintage tee, and Louis-Vuitton backpack and boots.
Today is Tuesday and I am still recovering from Coachella. My brain power has yet to find its way back from wherever it is it went (Tequilatown), and I’m literally scratching my head trying to type something coherent. The rest of this is probably not going to be my best work. You’ve been warned.
We all know that people don’t go to festivals for the music anymore. They do so to get dressed in a free spirited manner, that isn’t free spirited at all because the entire ensemble is usually assembled 2+ months in advance. I digress, there’s a reason people invest so much time and money into looking free as can be. Because it is SO. MUCH. FUN. For millennials it’s pretty much Halloween, but a clown or witch costume would probably look saner.
All this being said day one of the festival was pretty tame for me. After being bombarded by the TOMMY x GIGI collaboration all over social media a couple months back I knew I had to pull a piece for the occasion. The entire collection should have been called “we want you to wear this to Coachella” because that literal message is the only more obvious way Tommy could have gotten his message across. Guess it worked because here we are folks. Wearing look 54 worn by Bella Hadid to the first day of Coachella. All kidding aside this is probably one of my favourite festival looks ever. I felt pretty and day one was fun. There was music and stuff. It was cool. Told you this wouldn’t be my best work…Day 2 of Coachella coming soon!
How am I still on Coachella…I know guys, I know. What can I say, I packed one too many #OOTDs for a weekend. We headed back to the festival in the middle of a sandstorm (explains the paisley accessories) around 5 for a beautiful dinner in the Rose Garden. Though it was all kinds of delish and we made some interesting new friends at the communal table, I hoovered all the drinks and food I could keep down as fast as possible so I could catch the end of Ryan Adams‘ set. We then met up with some friends to watch what ended up being the highlight of the trip; Stromae. I’m not one to stick myself in the middle of a huge crowd to get trampled by drunk strangers, but man am I glad I made an exception this time. He was just…wow. My favourite Belgian even did a little dance with his buddy Kanye which was pretty cute to witness, though I was kinda disappointed Mr. West didn’t sing a verse from his remix of Alors On Danse. We were still listening to Stromae’s Racine Carrée’s on our road trip to Disney World, which caused my mother to become an instant fan. She now insists we blast Formidable on repeat all around the house 24/7, though she still can’t quite remember his name. Florence and The Machine, the act I was most looking forward to, was next. My favourite fairy had a broken foot due to all the jumping around she did during her set the previous weekend, but it didn’t take any of her magic away. Finally it was Drake‘s turn to take the stage, and my turn to jam a little too hard and make people around me uncomfortable. A perfect close to a perfect weekend. Midnight Cowboy