I will live here one day
I just got back from spending eight days in Palm Springs, where I was covering Fashion Week El Paseo for Palm Springs Life Magazine. Sure, it wasn’t Lanvin. But the week of shows, which this year included presentations from Trina Turk, Oliver Tolentino and Saks Fifth Avenue, among others, is truly the standard of how consumer-focused fashion shows should be done. Pop-up shops in the lobby. Passed Hors d’oeuvres from local eateries. Special VIP ticketholder events. Kind of nice to be around people who are truly excited for the fashion that they’re about to see (and eventually buy), instead of with the jaded journos and industry players I’m usually with at these things (not that I don’t love my jaded friends and their geniusly biting commentary).
Anyway, I truly love the desert and have decided that I would like to add a mid-century modern abode to the stable of wishlist properties I plan on owning one day (a Spanish-style casa in the hills of Los Feliz and San Francisco pied-à-terre are part of the plan, too). And this one, which was designed by Donald Wexler for Dinah Shore in 1963, is ridiculously ridiculous. Imagine the Milo Baughman furniture that could fill this baby (to replace the cheesy European design warehouse-style shit that sadly fills it now) and the unreal parties that could be had by this pool.
Granted we’re in a crap market right now and it’s a bit pricey ($5,995,000 to be exact) but I’m guessing it will be snatched up by a lucky buyer long before I’m able to write a check.
Here’s hoping it goes back on the market in a few years when I’ve either A. Become a super successful author B. Am making steady millions from my media business C. Have locked down a smart, handsome, self-made man who shares my love for mountains and floor-to-ceiling windows (or, rather, he’s locked me down) or D. All of the above.
D sounds about right. I can’t wait.
