Right now I am the farthest possible from Coachella. Instead of soaking in music and sun in the California heat I am in brisk, windswept Toronto nursing the cold I woke up to this morning.
I’ve always wanted to go to California, specifically LA, since I was very young. The palm trees and laid back, unbuttoned attitude has always been alluring to me. Music has also been one of my loves since childhood so imagine how jelly I feel about not being at Coachella right now.
Oh well I guess. Maybe next year? But until then a girl can pretend. If I were there, this is an example of something I’d wear this weekend. A look with mix and match print-on-print and a bohemian, artisanal flair. Maybe we should all get into some fun festival season styles, close our eyes, and just daydream.