This is the Hotel Lautner, in Desert Hot Springs, California: a tiny little place conceived of by iconic architect John Lautner and tucked away in the sleepiest desert town ever. It’s all midcentury furniture and cowhide rugs and glamour and makes absolutely no sense sitting at the end of the dusty road where you find it, but that’s part of what makes it so spectacular.
Francesca, Brie and I spent a good amount of our girls’ weekend at the hotel: we were scouting nearby locations for an upcoming shoot I’m doing for Francesca, and I took a few test shots of her in the surrounding desert (hence the makeup and hair situation going on here). All this, of course, in between dips in the plunge pool and glasses of wine on the balcony and hikes and cactus shopping. (Like I said, “working weekend” is a slight exaggeration.)
It was good. This whole weekend has been good. I have so much more to show you, but for now: this.
{ On Francesca: Reformation jumpsuit; Urban Outfitters red sweater }
{ On Brie: Vintage dress (similar) }
{ On Me: H&M button-down (similar); True Religion cutoffs }
