Justin Bieber At the End of the World

In real life, you’re not supposed to look. You can’t be caught doing a double take at their sultry head tilts, prêt-à-porter shoulder leans, and gyroscopic triple axel fit reveals. This isn’t fashion week; there’s no front row set aside for those who want to alternate solemn gazes and reverent nods of approval. This is the VIP Section of Coachella, hallowed ground for the hollow. And these al fresco photo shoots and calculated reel creations are both an influencer rite of passage and form of financial restitution. Remember Econ 101: There is no such thing as a free all access wristband.