Hey, gidday mates! So this past weekend I went to Coachella with my mates from Ray-Ban. If you’ve never been, it’s like hanging out at the biggest camping ground ever with about 100,000 incredibly good looking people, with eight incredible performances going on simultaneously from the world’s most famous musicians every 30-45 minutes. Insanity! Plus it’s in the middle of the desert and it gets extremely hot and bright, so sunglasses are essential. Hello, Ray-Ban. Highlight moments included Lorde’s performance, seeing Joy Division do Bizarre Love Triangle IRL, and sitting in a giant field all alone contemplating my existence (aka crying) while watching Bon Iver. So many memories! Photos/outfits, below.Click to Continue!
I inherited an odd personality trait from my late grandfather, Jack Hindin: I have a terrible habit of expecting the worst from every trip I take, to the point where I build up this giant ball of resistance that crushes any bit of excitement I might have, curse the people who talked me into going, try to cancel, and then of course, by the time I arrive and get settled in and start doing whatever it is that I’m doing, I have the time of my life. The same was true before I flew out to Palm Springs on Friday morning, and, as per usual, it was fun and games all round. Below, the highlights from my first ever Coachella, and, in fact, the first music festival I’ve been to since the Big Day out in 2002.Click to Continue!
1. The 50/50 possibility that I’m going to Coachella in two and a half weeks.2. The latest issue of Fantastic Man, which is on newsstands right now and which you need to pick up immediately. Besides brilliant pieces about my favourite expat Kiwi Tim Blanks and A.P.C.’s Jean Touitou, there’s an interview with Nigel Stowe, the general manager of London’s members only Arts Club. Says he: “Oddly enough, I’m happiest when I’m trying to pull back a table. When you walk into a room, you look at the heads. If they’re up, then there’s your problem table. The worst thingClick to Continue!