Welcome to the weekend!
Yes, we’ve all been waiting for it to come around for the last five days. If you’re like me, you were Tweeting drink recipes on Monday hoping, wishing that it would make that beautiful glorious day we call Saturday (or Friday at 5 pm) show it’s shining face that much quicker. AND…. if you’re in the United States like me, you’re relishing in having an extra day. What president were we celebrating on Monday? Benjamin Franklin?
Anyway, I’m very excited today because Steve and I are making our annual pilgrimage to the mecca of California modernist design. Palm Springs is one of my favorite Southern California hot spots. Not just because of the awesome lemonade they serve at The Parker (I can’t tell you how many of those I’ve had… in the same day) or because there are always great little boutiques along the main drag that are a designer’s wet dream (there is probably more vintage Knoll there anywhere), but because of all the modernist architecture.
Wexler. Kaufman. Lautner. The names read like a who’s who of architectural royalty. Sure there are great examples of their designs in not-very-far-away Los Angeles but Palm Springs was their playground. Palm Springs was the place they could let down their proverbial hair and put their pencil to vellum. Not to mention, if you, as a homeowner, built anything other than a modernist you were just not cool. Like so not cool that Sinatra would probably bar you from coming to whatever lounge he was singing at that night.
And no one likes to piss off Sinatra.
Ok ok… enough with me rambling on and on. Because I’m ready to get in the car and head out I’m just going to leave you with a few photos. But not just any photos. Pool Photos! For those in East – remember, just a few more months of snow. For those here in the west – meet you poolside!
Ready for Summer aren’t you?