Coachella. The end all, be all music festival. The Woodstock of our generation. The destination in the desert for the who’s who. And I was there. Ah! It was the opportunity of a lifetime, a trip I could never take on my own – not even four flights and 20 hours of travel was going to keep my away from my coveted wristband. The experience was over in a blink, but thankfully memories live forever. So let’s ride off into the desert together… a look back, in photos.
Self-indulgence is a thing.
VIP: A strange, crowded place where you can stand next to Katy Perry and mistake her for a Justin Bieber impersonator.
Everything is beautiful. The people. The scenery. The vibes. Everything.
