Coachella Crazy.

These past few weeks have been insane to say the least, and I am just about ready to turn in my denim cutoffs and crop tops for something well... a little more substantial. Maybe it's reaching my 1-year mark here in LA (#whoa) or my (sorta) recent trip to NYC, but my heart is kinda pining for some chunky layers and chilly nights. File under can't always get what ya want. 

[Images via: Pinterest]

Weekend Warrior.

So it seems that I'll be away from my computer for the next few days on a work excursion over to Indio. Although it'll be more like a fabulous weekend away listening to some sick music and eating lots and lots of hot dogs (Farmer John's...yum) I will have to bid adieu to my computer until Monday. Follow me on Twitter @MaggieMurrieta and on Instagram @TheMargaretFile for all the updates of the weekend. Hope you have a lovely few days, enjoying all the sunshine you can! File as until Monday...

[Image via: Garance Dore with text added by me]

Coachella 2012 Week I.

I may have agreed with that statement that every girl at Coachella looks like Pocahontas went to burning man at one point, but that is in the past! At the desert fest this year the ladies took it to a whole other level. Okay, so there were plenty of "vintage" Levi distressed shorts and crochet dresses, but there were a defining few who were dressed a cut above the rest (pun completely intended.) Case in point Dree Hemingway in those totally trashy chic (is that even allowed to be in the same sentence?!) knee-highs or the plethora of Isabel Marant Willow slash Bekket slash Perkins slash whatever the eff they're called now sneakers spotted on every It Girl's feet. And you know this wouldn't be a Coachella post without a mention of Miss Kate Bosworth (the queen of music festival style) rocking some seriously high hemlines. File as so much more chic. 

[Images via: Style.com, Vogue.com, Refinery 29]

Getaway: Palm Springs.

OK, so I may not be at Coachella this weekend with basically everyone else who lives in Southern California, but next weekend I will be down in Indio at the KROQ house (many, many outfits must be scouted). So I figured it was no better weekend to share this gem of a hotel in Palm Springs (just a stone's throw away from the music fest) which is quite possibly the most lovely design element down in the area. The Saguaro, designed around 12 colors found in desert wildflowers, is the perfect mix of kitsch and modernity with a whole load of intensity. And the extra kick? The salivatingly delicious looking menus at Tinto and El Jefe (both of Iron Chef and James Beard winner Jose Garces) that would make me never want to leave the property. Now if only I could pick which color balcony, than I'd be booking my room immediately. File as bright!


[Images via: Pinterest and The Saguaro]