Welcome to the first weekend in the California desert, where roving paparazzi seem to have been replaced by photographers stationed at branded lounges. At least, in the subscriptions we own. So we don’t see as many people wandering around the polo grounds in semi-nude knits on a sweltering day; they’re generally in VIP areas and gifted outfits. Don’t worry — many of those outfits are still terrible. Coachella is always gonna Coachella. In particular, come for the WORST pair of boots on one of the Culpo sisters.
