Dec 162007

Coachella 2004, approx. 113 degrees

“I don’t get it: We’re on stilts, wearing garish lamé parachute pants, and have capped our domes with ridiculous gift boxes from outer space and people STILL aren’t looking,” complained one part of the stilts trio in the midst of drunken indie fucks and ironic hipsters at Coachella.

“Maybe show your tits,” said the passing man.

But they, unfortunately, did not.