It’s easy to lose track of time when you’re living among the hustle of Los Angeles, where movement is a constant and committing to anything more than 24 hours in advance is nearly impossible. Yet somehow, every year, music lovers from the greater LA area (and around the world) are able to set aside time for their festival of choice more than a year in advance. Fast forward to your weekend one (or weekend two) tickets and you are now exploring the magic and euphoria of undiscovered territory.
Listen, we get it… There’s tons of hype around Coachella and we too are traumatized by the fringe and floral headband benders–one crochet dress short of becoming a Party City costume. But the truth is, it’s a magical weekend full of hazy desert dancing with friends, pool parties, and for those who don’t tend to dress in theme—a complete opportunity to do so. You can imagine what type of extracurriculars are attached to the words “magical” and “euphoric,” but these are only a small part of what makes the festival so exuberant. The raw, carefree, grimy vibes that are exuded upon arrival give an overwhelming sense of excitement and, not to mention, future nostalgia.
With the sounds of your favorite musicians being thrown across an almost unrealistic, painted sky, your senses are taken through the back-roads of your imagination. It’s a land where discrimination and judgement hold no power and everyone is here to enjoy the beauty of something we never knew existed, until now.
By the end of your experience, you’ll probably be walking around barefoot, forgetting that there is in fact civilization outside of festival boundaries and you have another life that involves working and paying bills. You may still be meandering around in Daisy cowhide cut-offs or a patent lace-up bustier, but it doesn’t feel so foreign from your standard T-shirt and jeans uniform. Your typical tank top is suddenly swapped out for a ruffle-cut Lisa Marie Fernandez denim bathing suit, and a cargo Plemuns jumpsuit has never been more practical.
Gender-fluid brands like Moses Gauntlett Cheng and Wales Bonner make it easy for you and your beau to pack in the same gunny sack for the weekend. An Adam Selman baby tee is ideal for the sun, and probably the wet T-shirt contest, plus you might even walk away with a heart-shaped tan on your chest after running from stage to stage in a tartan Vivienne Westwood blouse.
Yet, your newfound “heartburn” might be the most telling souvenir from a weekend escape spent sun-kissed in the most literal sense of the word.
Photographer Jaye Johnson and OCLA staffers went on their own euphoric trip through the desert. Click through the slideshow above to see photos.
Lisa Marie Fernandez
Listen, we get it… There’s tons of hype around Coachella and we too are traumatized by the fringe and floral headband benders–one crochet dress short of becoming a Party City costume. But the truth is, it’s a magical weekend full of hazy desert dancing with friends, pool parties, and for those who don’t tend to dress in theme—a complete opportunity to do so. You can imagine what type of extracurriculars are attached to the words “magical” and “euphoric,” but these are only a small part of what makes the festival so exuberant. The raw, carefree, grimy vibes that are exuded upon arrival give an overwhelming sense of excitement and, not to mention, future nostalgia.
With the sounds of your favorite musicians being thrown across an almost unrealistic, painted sky, your senses are taken through the back-roads of your imagination. It’s a land where discrimination and judgement hold no power and everyone is here to enjoy the beauty of something we never knew existed, until now.
By the end of your experience, you’ll probably be walking around barefoot, forgetting that there is in fact civilization outside of festival boundaries and you have another life that involves working and paying bills. You may still be meandering around in Daisy cowhide cut-offs or a patent lace-up bustier, but it doesn’t feel so foreign from your standard T-shirt and jeans uniform. Your typical tank top is suddenly swapped out for a ruffle-cut Lisa Marie Fernandez denim bathing suit, and a cargo Plemuns jumpsuit has never been more practical.
Gender-fluid brands like Moses Gauntlett Cheng and Wales Bonner make it easy for you and your beau to pack in the same gunny sack for the weekend. An Adam Selman baby tee is ideal for the sun, and probably the wet T-shirt contest, plus you might even walk away with a heart-shaped tan on your chest after running from stage to stage in a tartan Vivienne Westwood blouse.
Yet, your newfound “heartburn” might be the most telling souvenir from a weekend escape spent sun-kissed in the most literal sense of the word.
Photographer Jaye Johnson and OCLA staffers went on their own euphoric trip through the desert. Click through the slideshow above to see photos.
Lisa Marie Fernandez