So, as part of our USA trip we thought we’d pay a visit to Coachella. We planned it really well, booked tickets for the Saturday at 8pm on the night before, decided to head off into the dessert in our lovely little Chrysler – yup style all the way – stuffed our duvet’s from The Standard into a suitcase in full preparation for car sleeping and to top it all off -for that extra bit of luxury -lost our sun protection(difficult for two glow in the dark white girls). Managed to bag VIP – accents go a long long way in the states.

Twas an interesting festival – firstly Coachella is in the middle of the dessert, in the grounds of a Polo club, so after driving through scorching hot dessert with dry mouth and mirage eyes you arrive at this oasis of green grass and palm trees – but you can still smell the horse shit, but that’s kinda nice in a country way.

We got papped ourselves on the way in – must have been the fake noses and moustaches(new disguise required). But then we went on a little pap rampage. WE LOVED THE BOYS – ok we always love the boys but we really felt the guys were pushing it stylewise. 

It was all about new simplicity with the girls, think My Girl, Parenthood, Blossom and Beverly Hills 90210 – we liked it. It was effortless – very litte accessorising – something a Christmas tree like me had to come to terms with. Don’t think I can pull it off – been a bit to Pat butcher for too many years now. It was all about the teenagers – young, coming of age, peachy enough to carry it off.

Shit I’m broke I can’t even afford to go clean my clothes was another big look – kinda tied in with new simplicity but dirtier and more ripped up, very relevant to Europe where none of us can even afford a Sunday down the local laundrette.