VICTORYISYOURS but you must have ENDURANCE to FINISH and remember its all SALUTATIONS
I lost my voice the morning before I left for Coachella, which was both a blessing and a curse. I got assume the role of silent, mysterious type at events, and it was an easy out to ignore the bros who drunkenly wanted to make small talk in lines. On the flip side, I could never get bartenders to hear my order correctly.
I should preface: I went to fauxcehlla. I’m cheap, and as a recent transplant from New York Coachella has always been this West Coast mecca that I eye rolled from across the country. What I do love, however, is a party full of free branded experiences and the chance to people watch, which Palm Springs and its adjacent areas have in spades during Weekend 1. So I fired responded to every RSVP I got, overpacked my attempts at being fashion forward, and decided to see what Coachella looks like beyond the LOL-worthy roundups of ridiculous outfits and cultural appropriation we gawk at as outsiders. Spoiler alert: it’s exactly what you think it is.