On the everyday basis, give me cheap fake flower head pieces, fringed vests, short shorts and knitted tops, and i’d likely bury it all in the garden in a neat package rather than having to look at it. But there is something about Coachella. It transforms even the most tailored-style enthusiasts, into free-loving, organic-cotton wielding, sandal-wearing, bohemian. And in this setting, it doesn’t feel fake, but rather enlightened. It’s Coachella fever, and I’m on board. Wishing I was there.