People watching is second best to band watching at Coachella. You spend most of the time waiting for the diva bands to set up (Killers, I’m looking at you) so all you can do in between is play with your iPhone – which won’t work – and stare at people. Here’s a nice selection for you.
A very popular bathing suit style this year.
A typical Coachella girl. I call her, Stacy.
Hipsterspotting. Pretty easy, actually.
Avelene totally spotted these two blokes. There are two kinds of people at Coachella – people who planned out their outfits with comfort in the heat in mind, and then the city dwellers who refused to acknowledge the heat whatsoever. These two are clearly in the latter category.
A classic: the older douche with the hot young lady. What do they talk about? My guess: new cell phones and hand jobs.
Girls are still rocking the high-waisted stuff. How do you not get a colossal wedgie both in the front AND the back? This is why I wear my pants at normal height, but some girls can pull it off.
Are these punks or are these Burning Man people or are they both mixed together? Spotted at the Liars set.
I’m sure this guy’s name is Doug. And all his female friends’ names are Stacy.
Good gravy. I saw this from 10 miles away. I can spot yellow crazy leggings from 10 miles away.
Big ass crazy purple boots and a demure umbrella to protect the pale visage underneath.
I want these socks? These guys were heading to the Sahara tent to dance and jump and sweat all day.
Buttocks alert! I can see your butt. And for a second, I thought your boyfriend was a girlfriend. But he turns out to be just a wee boyfriend.
Another look this year, the poofy skirt.
And this stupid hat was on EVERYONE. Boys & girls.
Look, I got two of them in one shot. If you have one of these hats, I suggest you return it to the robot store you purchased it from (probably Urban Outfitters).
Uh, this is what Perry Farrell was wearing. You provide your own joke.
More poofy skirts. And more asses.
Tablecloth? Curtain? Whatever it is, apparently you just add an old bathing suit to it and kazam! You’re ready to rock.
But amongst it all, you see little islands of cool and confident style. A red-headed perfect bob in 93 degree weather.
Saved the best for last – this is THE BEST photo I took at Coachella. Two out of three of them were wearing HIGH HEELS. Who wears high heels to Coachella? Someone who’s just there to offer “succor” to the bands? These “girls” were attempting to get backstage at the end of the Black Keys set. We watched with relish as they were DENIED. Then they walked past us like it was Sex in the City: Totally Denied Desert Edition. God exists. And at that moment, he was the big burly security guard turning them away from the gate.