My music festival looks aren’t always what people would normally expect from me. Usually my looks for festivals are a mix of tomboy and bohemian. This time around I went a little more girlish than normal. I’m talking watermelons and strawberry sort of girly. This Anna Sui flamenco-inspired skirt and top combo is both festive and sugar-coated. Sweeter than what I usually gravitate towards, but I was craving something different this time around at Coachella. Besides, anything I can twirl in, I am down with. I still can’t believe that this past Coachella was my fifth (yes, I said FIFTH) Coachella. I’m unsure whether or not my first Coachella felt like just yesterday or like a million years ago. But each and every year has been quite a different experience. This most recent Coachella was by far the most relaxed. I was photographing a lot around the festival and outside the festival, too, but at the same time I didn’t feel overwhelmed with my workload and the general scene. Maybe because I knew what to expect after five years, and I didn’t feel like I had to see it all. It was smooth rolling from the second we drove into Palm Springs. The desert heat didn’t kick my butt too badly and there wasn’t much sand and dust that got into my eyes to obstruct my vision. Yes, my legs were majorly sore after Major Lazer, but it was the best kind of soreness one can get. My sister and I rode the ferris wheel for the first time, and we loved it so much we had to go back and ride it again. It also felt nice to have one of my really good friends at the festival for two of the days. Familiar faces are always comforting amongst the madness. New friends and old friends. The best way to have it at a music festival. So I must say, my fifth year in a row of music festival seasons didn’t drive me nuts or swear me off of them for good. Maybe next year. But for right now, I’m going to soak it all in and pretend I’m still young and dance until my feet literally fall off. Why don’t you do so, too? Because you only live once. More coming from Coachella and the desert soon . . .