Having been to Coachella a couple times, I know it’s really hard to judge what people wear there: You’re in a giant polo field in the middle of the desert, temperatures are usually upwards of 95 degrees, you’re there for ten hours or so, and somewhere around 3 p.m. you want to lie down in a corner of the lawn and die peacefully of heatstroke. When beer re-hydrates you almost as well as water, you know it’s tough going out there.
But you know what doesn’t help in that kind of weather?
Thick socks and your grandmother’s best sandals. It’s been a few years since I’ve gone, but I’m pretty sure Coachella hasn’t added a Bingo Tent.