I love Coachella. Not because I went — I did not, and I think I might be too old to go now, because I would spend the whole time telling my put-upon companions I was too hot to live (heat hot, not Right Said Fred sexy-hot) — but because everyone goes mad from the sun and promptly starts dressing like….well, they’ve got heat-stroke induced madness. BEHOLD:

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