Amid the below freezing temperatures of Antarctica cloaking itself on Toronto, causing myself to layer excessively to the point of peeling them off in the middle of the night, a glowing light (my smartphone screen) ushered Coachella's 2015 lineup.
I'll admit that I am not on trend with the latest music. Just started listening to Blood Orange's You're Not Good Enough and I can't stop turtleneck shopping because warmth and more importantly, coolness. Here are a list of bands that I like, you may not, we'll agree to disagree just like politics, religion and high waisted jeans for men.
The list is via Pitchfork. I don't have time to vocalize my adoration for the exclusively late Azealia Banks or French majesty Yelle.
What I do have time for though, is this appropriately curated collage to get you Coachella ready. I do not want to see no fucking muscle bro douche bags thinking they can sport a tank top whenever they fucking want. There is a time and place.
Begin with 3.1 Phillip Lim's cowboy t-shirt, everyone is going to ask you where you got it and you'll say you got inspired by Pacific Row. I suggest clashing prints because anarchy is alive and well in Indio to warrant said mixing prints. Alexander McQueen's paisley shorts are on
fleek point. Layer with Acne's denim shirt in any way you fancy, the per usual conforming by putting arms through holes, potentially around waist, or the Ezra Koenig route around shoulder. Around shoulder it is.
Then the ever so necessary accoutrements: 3.1 Phillip Lim's backpack to carry water and stuff. Golden Goose sneakers are the footwear of choice, the Francy variety because dirty is the new sterile. Miansai bracelets are unassuming as your outfit. Leica. Shades courtesy of Thom Browne for blocking shade, not throwing shade. Ya get met?
Another year, another foreseeable sold out event.