While visiting Palm Springs, I couldn't help but yearn for an era long gone. I knew that coming here I wanted to capture not only its architecture but submerge myself in it's past to try to emulate what it was when it was created. It seems to hang onto its past, and is determined to save itself from demolition. After seeing what is happening to Vancouver, I need a reprieve and get re inspired by Palm Spring's iconic architecture.
The Palm Springs Visitors Center
The Parker Hotel is where we stayed and I have no words to describe how much eye candy this place has.
While in Palm Springs, I couldn't help but think of my grandmother or "Nani" (she didn't like to be called a grandma) Nani would take trips down to Palm Springs frequently ….. she was the epitome of a "waspy" character that would go down for a few days to get a tan. Which meant sitting in the sun all day. I don't believe she ever took a dip in the pool either in fear of "ruining" her hair. She dressed to the nines, wore white gloves when she drove and if you got her mad, heaven help you, she was mean. I have some interesting memories of her and I can't say she wasn't on my mind throughout trip.
My mom (on the right) in Palm Springs
Nani suntanning under her arms in Palm Springs