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It’s crazy to think that Coachella happened in just three days. Natalie and I felt like we were in the desert forever and ever. And ever. The desert . . . a place where no one remembers your name. Hehe. We basically forgot our own names from all the hecticness we involved ourselves in during the past few days. We arrived a good two days before Coachella even began, so our time in the desert felt extra extended. The craziest part though, was how easily I forgot about New York City while I was there. We were working a ton, catching as much music as we could in between shooting, and for some reason the days felt like they were stretched out long and far, beginning early and ending late. They ran into each other in endless waves of desert dust and hot, dry heat. Despite the fact that the heat made me sleepy, it started to really feel like I was very well suited for desert living. Despite running around like a chicken with her head cut off, I felt naturally at ease amongst my environment.
The Coachella Valley is a world in itself. Isolated and desolate. It feels sparse in most places and one must drive far to get from one destination to the next. In fact, with the distances stacking up on the car meter, you think you were driving into nothingness . . . on and on and on you go. In the end, it is exactly that openness that gave me the most refreshing feeling. The horizons in fact were limitless. And so was my mind. It’s no wonder the music sounds and feels better in the desert. The unlimited space all around allows for it to travel a million times around. I like to think of it that way. The music rushing through every palm tree, in-between the dust, through the soft ripples of the oversized pools of every Spanish-style backyard in basically the middle of nowhere. This town that feels mostly ghostly on any normal given day, is full of energy and mystery during Coachella. The desert dust dances. And I was inspired to follow suit. This was the first year where I heavily focused on denim for my festival looks, thanks to 7 For All Mankind and their wonderful new collection. Retro-inspired cuts that fit right in with the city’s vintage architectural leanings. And with denim being the uniform of the early west, it made sense that it found its official place in the middle of the desert during a modern day music festival. It hides us from dust, looks even better with dirt stains and keeps us from getting too sunburnt. But really we don’t care about those things. Festival season is a free for all. Restraints? No such thing. And this denim really made me feel FREE this year at Coachella. In a way, this denim paid tribute to that All American feeling. It’s something I’ve been wanting to express more and more lately. Denim is not just a type of fabric. It’s a feeling in the soul. Theres’ so much music in that feeling. It’s free roaming. It’s almost in need a stage all of its own. For now, the palm tree lined streets of Palm Springs that line themselves all the way to Indio . . . they will do for now.
This post is in collaboration with 7 For All Mankind.
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