What to do after a nerve-fraying week? Soak yourself in the beauty of something bigger than your own issues. I'm super visual, and for me, it's so inspiring and cheering to just walk around looking at beautiful things I've never seen before.
So... for maximum sun, palm fronds and glorious mid-century design eye candy, a fave lady friend & I shipped ourselves off on a Palm Springs playdate. Drank it all in through a Jonathan-Adler designed straw.
First stop: Route 66, the world's best source for vintage Bakelite. These golden cherries were SO darling. The very flaming and talkative proprietor insisted they were sour cherries. Not so... RANIER, DUH.
Up the aerial tramway as the sun set...
Cocktails at the peak, darkness and city lights on the way down.
There's no way to be catty about how gorgeous tiny lights look in the dark below a mountain range.
The Parker knew we were coming.
We closed down the sushi place partying with these crazy kids.
They sing Nat King Cole classics at the Mesquite Country Club every Tuesday night.
If I ever disappear from L.A. without a trace, I'll probably be camping out in Palm Springs' Trina Turk store.
While collecting bakelite at Route 66, we encountered the most enchanting creature. She was tiny, tan, wore a vintage fluorescent coral belted shirtdress and a Pucci headscarf, and made Dieu and me stop and stare after her with jaws hanging slightly open. Amy Cox is perfect, her vintage shop is called Mr. Cox, she has a Pierre Cardin bar, and her Joan Mad Men Barbie is cooler than my Betty Mad Men Barbie. She also sold me and Dieu our new favorite tennis dresses.
For actual informative guides to the marvelous nooks & crannies of Palm Springs, read ESB or Fashion Intel. For general wandering and luxuriating, follow the eye candy itinerary above.
Don't forget to try and crash a wedding at the Parker (bonus points for two).