I LOVE YOU COACHELLA!
There are two kinds of people to me; The ones who love music and the ones who don’t. And there are only two kinds of music honestly; good and bad. There are two kinds of people when it comes to music festivals; the ones who go and the ones who do not. And lastly there are those who go to these events and love the creation of good music there are those who are just there. The people who just stand around and stare at people, never even hearing the music, I have come to realize are aliens….it can be the only option to being somewhere so great and not really being there at all.
I like to think of myself as someone who truly takes the entire experience as a reason to celebrate being alive, dance until I can’t feel my legs, make new friends, and most importantly, witness music being created that I have long loved and has shaped the stories of my life. AND almost most importantly I love these festivals for going music fishing for new bands that will be on the soundtrack of my future fast approaching. Chromeo and Empire of the Sun being a few of my all time best prizes to the past years.
Cookie and Mel Rose stomping 2012 last year to Skrillex song Promises
I had so many highlights to Weekend 1 at Coachella 2013 I don’t even know where to begin! So I will start at the end of it with the Red Hot Chili Peppers, which is where my greatest victory in almost all of my music festival moments came. (Save last year when Gregory Issacs signed my GI record collection thanks Leigh for having a monster backpack and rockstar qualities! AND the year before when I landed as the only close up on hipstank for the Nas and Damien Marley show… with my bunny ears on.)
So I have a music bucket list and the Red Hot Chili Peppers have always been on it. They have been at the top of that list since I was “trapped in hell” (Sublime fans name that album) on America’s Next Top Model in Barcelona. I overheard the sound guys saying that one of my favorite bands (The Red Hot Chili Peppers) were in that very town and playing that night. As I tried to fall asleep in the living room, of course there weren’t enough beds for all the girls; what is this some kind of tv show planned out in advance, I planned my escape down the side of the building, hitchhiking a ride with a cute Spanish boy on his vespa to the venue, standing outside and looking for an angel porthole (which have always appeared to me at any show I’ve ever wanted to go to) and sneaking the f*ck into that mammer jammer. I had basically given up caring enough about anything and had just barely maintained enough brain cells left to know that going to this show would save my soul… which was disintegrating as fast as you can say “tyra banks” and “seventeen magazine”. So you see the Chili Peppers mean something more to me than just music because they were maybe my greatest regret on America’s Next Top Model. Yes I honestly mean that as fact. My greatest regret is not “not winning”. It’s not leaving to enjoy one of the greatest experiences I luckily got later in life. And with that being said, I guess the qualm is that I didn’t stand up to they system and tell those people who would later paint me as a villain to 100 million people to suck my kiss and disappear into Europe for a few years starting with a RHCP concert. At least I could have borrowed someones phone to call my family who I hadn’t been allowed to speak to in two weeks at that point. I wanted to go home and this music would have been home right there in Spain. I figured somewhere in my contract was a rule against all that, pleasure included, and it may be an expensive one and that if I did win 100,000 USD it would be pretty freaking sweet to pay off some massive student loan debt. So I stayed. And I missed out! So when I landed at Coachella this year to say the least I had a mission.
And I accomplished it. There is no need to make you wait to find out what happened until the end of this blog. I was with my bunny ears (which have become my Coachella staple and code name for festival friends year round) AND some angel wings on the shoulders of a VERY cute guy in the All Access section for the show. All Access means very FREAKING CLOSE, as in close enough to see sweat bullets…and that mean happiness for me. And I made several new friends in that little time pocket of heaven. And that my friends, is what I like to call: A Victory.
I usually go to Coachella with a big group of wild party animal banchees from New York.
This is us last year 2012 as cookie monsters….hmm Mel Rose Monsters
This is them this year 2013 as Chili Peppers.
I didn’t get to party with them this time since I spent a lot of time on the sidelines and this crew is front and center 100% of the time, which I adore. Nevertheless of COURSE when I entered the front section for RHCP there they were, beautifully and appropriately dressed as drumroll please… Chili Peppers! Oh hi family! And so Wizard, the leader of the pack, handed me a Chili Pepper so I could finally be home. Moby even thanked Wizard on his facebook and twitter for bringing giant blow up whales to his set this year. I think someone should probably start sponsoring this group. (Wink Wink; Coachella, liquor companies, oh wait hello Paradisiac!)
So let’s go back to day one of the weekend. TRAGEDY! I couldn’t get a ticket and was holding out for a VIP one going up for sale as I wouldn’t even know how to do General Admission. Coachella is so funny like that. If you aren’t in VIP and your friends are you will be alone. You use different dance areas, drink areas, eat areas, and restrooms. So I wanted to be with my friends so I help out. And the last time I was in the trenches like that I was 19 and it took me about that long to even debate going back. Although it was when the Cure was reuniting and the Pixies had giant balls with people inside of them walking over the crowd and I was camping so it was another era. I hesitated day one and missed the music! I planned to go to the Hennesey Details party that Nas was hosting. If I saw Nas preform, to me that was worth a whole day of a festival. So I sewed bunny ears all day long (Made from scratch by yours truly) and got prepared for the party.
So I spent day 1 Organizing, Tanning, Enjoying Big Horn Palm Springs Community,
and modeling my USA Paradisiac Hoodikini
And then we got ready for the Details party…
And we are off..
I should mention that if you are in “the biz” the first weekend really is the only Coachella “party” time. You don’t even need to go to the festival. During the day you have Hard Rock and Lacoste throwing amazing sictronic events during the days and Neon Carnival with Armani Exchange and Hennesey thowing events at night. There is enough to look at, eat, drink, and network with that you can possibly handle. The only thing missing is music. But at Hennesey, Nas did play and it was perfect.
Day two. Rise and Shine ladies! We ended up meeting some guys who were hosting another day party with Volt and Patron. They had a hot air balloon and a zipline. I was with my bestie Thyme and our friends from LA, Pat and Butterscotch.
Coachella Survival Pack
There was too much wind for the balloon to go up so we took these awesome photos inside of it!
The zipline was awesome too.
I ran into a friend and asked her about buying an extra wristband. It was half way through the festival and at this point I was ready to see some music. So GA it was. And off I went. I told my friends I would meet them at Neon Carnival later and so I headed to the festival. I had missed Ben Howard who I am a big fan of and you should be too but I made it in time for the Violent Femmes. They were great. Blister in the Sun has forever been a track on my life album. I found my friend Gina and made acquaintances with her crew and settled in for The Postal Service. They were easily my highlight of the night. They were amazing.
Violent Femmes killin it like a blister in the sun….
Gina Coachella Style 2013 Love the Silk Pants!
Rainbows in the sky…
Cutest Couple in Coachella Award goes to:
I saw The XX and wandered around a bit to catch some Two Door Cinema Club. Phoneix came on and when R Kelly was the finale… I ran. There were rumors about Daft Punk playing with them and so of course I had to hold out for that but when it wasn’t true I knew I was in for a mission to get to Neon Carnival. Yeah I’m going to spare you the details of HOW I got there since all my friends had VIP wristbands and it is a totally different exit to leave the festival and you cannot actually exit together. Let’s just say I walked 4 miles, killed my phone battery, thought hitchhiking was safer than walking next to the woods with groups of dudes on drugs in front and behind me and so I hitchhiked and luckily the very first car that pulled over was a little Mexican lady who was driving people for extra cash. She really was a guardian angel and I am so grateful I am confident in the turns of my wild life that my guardian angels are very much alive and present. I do not suggest two things to young girls who look up to me off of my experiences 1. Going to music festivals alone and 2. EVER hitchiking. Seriously take it from me – Being a lone ranger is no fun.
And so I made it to the carnival…by the grace of God.
This is from 2012 Neon when it was also a serious victory to make it to this event.
And there was the Brent Bolthouse Neon Carnival party with Armani Exchange. Firstly, this was the best party of my year last year Coachella experience so I was very determined to get to my friends and dance the night away at the carnival of the year. There were more celebrities there than not celebrities at this party, which is always a bit shocking to be like oh hey Vampire Guy from True Blood. Sup? … Yeah. Thyme and I kind of had a moment. That guy is awesome! Russell Simmons who is a staple signature and approval seal to any party worth people are pissed they didn’t get into was there as usual 12 models deep and true to form. I like that for some reason it makes me feel safe lol. I still sleep in my freebie tee shirts they gave away there last year so I grabbed a few more. A ride on the slide and yep… my feet were done. So we went home to get some rest and plan Coachella domination day 3.
This girl was my pick for greatest style at Neon Carnival….the guy is possibly my future husband.
Sun goes down and sun comes up…ironically with one minute in between. And we are back! Tan the booty for a hot second and am determined to meet up with my other best friend Lexi. Tanlines was playing and I caught my favorite song of theirs All of Me just in time to find Thyme and grab some more wristbands. People are throwing VIP bands around on day 3 like they weren’t platinum covered gold two days ago. We team up with a friend and the wristbands are all set. Thank goodness, just in time for the sand storm. We huddled up in the VIP and got situated. Then we went for a dance. The Faint were playing the Mojave who were my first large stage fashion show song for my first SF Fashion Week Show – Desperate Guys – it was my highlight and it went OFF. So good. Everyone who knew their lyrics was so excited to see the songs rearranged and jammed out to in a new way. At this point it was a full blown sand storm in the desert. We decide to get in the line for sweatshirts. I am convinced Coachella is funded next year on sweatshirt sales ALONE. For sure 100%. This girl was my pick for Day 3 Coachella Ridiculousness Style and sweetest attitude.
Thyme’s Mermaid Coachella Style was all Paradisiac. Love.
Always start your Coachella day with a limo bus and Champagne. Always.
I did Wu-Tang alone I couldn’t resist on the walk back from the sweatshirt line. I’ve loved them since the days of high school when my best friend, Wesley, who was South African and I used to johnny blaze after school and shame on the lameness who tried to run game on us. (Yes we used to rearrange inappropriate lyrics as my mom was pretty strict and would have killed us if she caught us saying the real ones.) Lol. Too much fun. I sang one for you Wes!
This Chanel Mickey absolutely killed me with his amazing style. Melting…
And then there was this dude….Anyone get it? I do. He’s the Exit Demon. “Good luck getting out of here.”
Or maybe he’s the Exit Bird and we all could have flown out of there on his spaceship…DOPE!
And then we ended at the Chili Peppers and my friend who will remain nameless traded his All Access wristband for my VIP so that I could have the best experience of all times. Right back at the end of this story which was also your beginning. 🙂
Thank you Coachella and friends, I WILL of course be back and honored to hop to victory yet again! All Love.
The Coachella Bunny Girl (Mel Rose)
As a post Coachella moment I also saw Jeff Goldblum the night after Coachella in Los Feliz with The Experience (The experience I think is meant to be him, a guitarist, bass man, drummer, and saxophonist, and guest singers but which is really his sense of humor and facial expression responses to when a beautiful woman sings songs with him) and it was not only an experience but I highly recommend it to anyone who loves Jazz. It was highlighted with a few singers who apparently email him and ask to perform with him. The first girl who sang, I didn’t get her name, had one of the most powerful voices I have ever heard and amazing stage presence. Nice roundoff of Coachella right there.
Stay tuned as all my photos and inspiration from this year Coachella will probably pop up in my paradisiac-lifestyle catalog next year. Every exprience is a design experience!