I'm Going to Coachella for the Fifth Time—Here's What I'm Bringing

Ah, Coachella. I love you, and I hate you. Within your Technicolor walls, I’ve experienced love, thumping bass, and some of the most vivid memories of my life (along with some of the blurriest). After five wonderful years, I thought our relationship was finally coming to a peaceful, loving end. We were consciously uncoupling, as Gwyneth Paltrow would say—you were being embraced by a younger, less tired crowd, and I was finally going to try growing up (in reality, I had moved to New York, and it was just logistically harder to get to you).

Well, 2017 breezed by, and I didn’t step onto your magical turf—didn’t experience that feeling of bursting through the gate and frolicking through your fields. I thought it was the end of an era. And yet, here I am, readying my bags once more to battle your dust storms and blazing heat. What can I say? I just can’t stay away. As a Coachella veteran, I’ve got my festival beauty packing list down to a science. I know which sunscreens are small enough to fit into my belt bag and won’t melt in the heat, plus which dry shampoo makes my dust-ravaged hair look squeaky-clean. Enjoy—and see you in Indio!