The thing is though, this year I have started to question exactly how the masses of mere mortals (you know, the ones without the VIP wristbands, private chefs and Vogue following them around to instagram their hair bindis) actually survive. After reading an article on the Vice website last week, it dawned on me that I can barely stand two days at V Festival without looking completely rancid, let alone a couple of days in actual desert heat. It never even occurred to me that there’s the almighty danger of sandstorms as well as the very real possibility I may bump in to Vanessa Hudgens (get over it, I love her) and cry. Or at least try to, as I guarantee I will be so dehydrated my tears will come out like toothpaste.
So this year, I’m just enjoying the relentless stream of images of the young, rich and famous scampering around without a patch of sunburn, decked out in their boho-chic finest and being thankful, I haven’t passed out in the fairground and had Kate Bosworth sidestep past me.
So get ready to drool over the best (most definitely VIP) outfits I have collected so far…
MY FANTASY COACHELLA FESTIVAL OUTFIT:
Whilst daydreaming about hanging with Hudgens, I devised my own perfect Coachella outfit, while pretending I can actually wear sandals and get away without a hoodie for the night freeze. And that all that gold jewellery wouldn’t make my neck and wrists sweat.