Nobody Ain't Laughin' Now

So, yes, I know that Coachella was a month ago, but I recently (as in a half-hour ago) stumbled across these photos of the concert on Style.com. They're shot by scene photographer Jeremy Kost, and Style.com even had the gall to put them on the website in Polaroid format. This set makes me sick in a strange, wonderful way. Some of them are actually interesting, with soft, beautiful lighting and a cool balance of spontaniety and vanity. However, most are either just trite and Myspace profile pic-worthy, or careless and pointless.
There's just something so bizarre about Vogue's website, which normally features Tory Burch bags and red carpet pictures of Reese Witherspoon, try to hard to cozy up to the hipster crowd. I know that Vogue and its cohorts have extended the olive branch of photo shoots and kiss-ass blurbs to certain select scenesters, specifically the MisShapes, but it's never been extreme before. I can't help but think this was more of a decision on the W side of things, rather than Vogue's choice. However, Vogue and its mainstream agenda must have had some influence, seeing as how shots of random concert-goers, obscure celebrities, and musicians are peppered with appearances by Paris Hilton and Lindsay Lohan. Intriguing...