033: desert daze

a new yorker's guide to coachella

Boho is back (but you already knew that). So what’s more appropriate than a pilgrimage to the mecca? Coachella’s in a weird place right now—half passé, half cachet. Honestly? I don’t mind. It’s fun. It’s camp… literally.

Though for the record, we did not camp. I hate to sound like a broken record, but at this age, I don’t think I’m meant to live an uncomfortable life. I don’t have the will. I preferred starting each day with yoga and a sound bath led by KamaLo and leaving the shows a little early to get my beauty sleep.

Coachella is hard. It’s hot, it’s dusty, it’s a lot of walking. So dressing the part meant function first, style second, but maybe that’s how all the best outfits are made anyway. There are things that only feel right at Coachella—but somehow, I only wore pieces I already owned, adding accessories that fit the theme and my style.

Anything I bought with the festival in mind had to make sense for real life, too. That’s the approach I’m taking with my wardrobe in general: if it’s coming in, it has to feel at home with what I already own.