When you think of Palm Springs, you think of this sort of thing, don’t you? (This is actually one of Peter Granser’s wicked-rad pictures of Sun City from his book of the same name, but it’s fitting.) With early dinners, long golf games and a lot of quiet, your grandparents love it in the California desert, don’t they?
But can your grandfather do this?
Palm Springs is a blast even if you’re not living off a pension. Doing absolutely nothing but blasting Snoop on your poolside stereo, sipping sangria — which, when I make it, is more like a fruit salad with red wine dressing…
…and bobbing around on pool noodles. It’s my kind of vacation. Not travelling, vacationing. There’s a difference and I love them both (almost) equally.
The area’s beautiful too and not just in a sunshine-and-palm-trees kind of way. These days, every ad campaign, music video and look book seems to be shot in the middle of the desert, and for good reason — the light is gorgeous, the landscape is eerily barren and the weather is usually incredible (though, as I learned from sweater-wearing experience, that’s not always the case).
Speaking of wearing things, I left my white linen suit and Panama hat at home and opted instead to rock a bamboo t-shirt dress c/o Soleone (comfiest thing ever), vintage beaded belt and Frye shoes. When I wasn’t wearing my swimming costume, that is.