First Coachella Dream with Dr Martens and his Prescriptions
Aug 26, 2011 - by Jessica Lapidos
In a fantastical dream last night, I was skipping through hot fields packed with wildly garbed people and hula hoops. Ahead of me, The Black Keys were electrifying "Everlasting Light" on a massive stage, and behind me there was a great deal of foofaraw; including a giant glowing structure built of egg cartons and, oddly enough, each of my head scarves. I was floating, lighter than air, and every time I looked down at my feet, I was wearing a different pair of Dr. Martens. Metallic high tops! Purple polka dot creepers! Impressionist floral combat boots! And each time the Docs made a switch, The Sartorialist, Scott Schumann, snapped a picture of me. Meanwhile Garance Doré was across the field with 3 trailer trucks and a bevy of models, lighting, and incidentally, glow sticks, whilst she directed a photo shoot. When I turned back, The Black Keys had stopped, and the president of Dr. Martens takes the mic to welcome us all to Coachella 2012.
There can only be one explanation for such a dream....
I won a trip to COACHELLA 2012!!! Here's how:
Dr. Martens held a blogger event #FirstAndForever hosted by the First Couple of the blogosphere, The Sartorialist and Garance Doré. After film viewing of Agyness Deyn and Ash Stymest's first love and first heartbreak all in Docs, each blogger in the room recounted their "First" story. What ensued was Garance Doré confessing she was a bit lost on her first shoot for Elle, a smattering of odd bodily function stories, some how I met my husband stories, a bizarrely lovable "I peed my pants in my Mom's fur coat in the hall of my Parisian apartment" story by the adorable Trop Rouge. FashionIndie's own H.B.E.I.C. @iamsamlim recounting the time she went to jail during fashion week for standing up for gay rights.
The blogger with the best story would win a trip to Coachella 2012 (flight and 5-star hotel included!). My story went something like this:
It was my first Fashion Week, the Spring 2008 shows - I had a pass that allowed me access to the media risers for all the shows in Bryant Park. This, however, was my first attempt at a show off-site, Oscar de la Renta. I had not the proper credentials and so my sister and I gauged the perimeter looking for the most likely way in. While standing nonchalantly by the front door to the venue, a limo pulls up and Victoria Beckham steps out. Through all the frenzy of scurrying photographers, my sister grabbed my arm and we simply followed Posh Spice through the door as part of her posse.
After the show, during which I sat on my knees in the photo pit, my feet crushed in my 5-inch heels I stood up to realize that I could no longer feel my feet. For that, and for the fact that it was a downpouring outside, we waited. It was then, for the first time, that I met Oscar de la Renta. Blissed out, we walked out of that show. And the following morning, as I religiously checked The Sartorialist, I found myself, a shot from behind as I walked away in my emerald Betsey Johnson dress, on the holy grail of street style blogs, for the first time.
Now that was a dream come true.
Through many a crashed harddrive, I've lost my Sartorialist photo - but maybe Scott Schuman has it somewhere on file.... A girl can dream.
AND I'M GOING TO COACHELLA!!! (#firstandforever) Will I see YOU there??