I don't want to comment on how nice it must be to have the life which affords you days off work to be a pretend hippie, pay too much for bottled water and hear badass artists like Rihanna cut it up. (OK, so I'm being a tad
sarcastic.) But such is the life that Emma Roberts
gets to lead. This is the closest we can get with all of her Coachella outfits to put the sleazy hippie label on her. Unbuttoned short-shorts, teeny shredded top, mysterious bruises on her upper right arm. I wonder if it was the pit stains from that random dude that caused her such bodily harm.
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