Palm Springs. Sort of a Wonderland, Oz and Neverland for adults (but less technicolor than Vegas). The perfect driving distance from LA, Palm Springs features weather that’s always just a little bit hotter than LA as well as the cosmic mix of snow capped mountains and a dry, arid desert.
The cherry on top is the awesome architecture. A trip to Palm Springs means a swimming pool, lots of beers and hot car rides to take pictures of all the amazing homes.
I’m cheating because my days have become quite hectic and I didn’t have time for new photos today—these are from Mandy’s birthday soiree last year. She rented a lovely house and we all crashed there, which made for an amazing weekend.
It’s raining in New York. Again. I wish I was in Palm Springs.