Dear Donatella Versace (Pre-Facelift and Lip-Injection),
A few weeks ago, I put my Gaggle of Gays in the trunk of my car and took them to Palm Springs for a weekend of meaningless pool parties, long theoretical pool-side discussions, and mid-day jogs in 109 degree weather. Yes, it was Memorial Day in the desert, and every single homosexual I know was in Palm Springs wandering around looking for fun. Our goal was to make our weekend as brainless and undignified as possible. Which we excelled at until, like alcoholic homeless prostitutes poised for humiliation and social ostracization, we drunkenly stumbled upon this gorgeous house:
Okay, okay. I’ll tell you where I was. Somehow, I got invited to this super glamorous house owned by a super friendly, welcoming host, who poured us all glasses of rosé and told us the history of his home. The house, called Abernathy House, was originally designed by William Cody in 1962. It was completely restored in 2008 by Michael Haverland, who is now my favorite architect in the whole world. The home was decorated by Darren Brown, and every piece in it feels in keeping with the it’s perfectly historical restoration. Not only does the homeowner have totally glamorous taste and a gorgeous iconic estate, he also has a vintage car collection which we slobbered all over, including this pretty Mercedes:
Because I got sunscreen all over my camera, my pictures are blurry so I’ve decided to include images taken by legitimate non-hobo photographers. All photos courtesy of Michael Haverland Architecture and Darren Brown Interiors.
Finally, after subjecting you to all that glamour, I have a question for you. Which of these two setups do you like?
1. Facing sofas with outdoor carpet:
2. Facing sofas with double coffee tables:
Speak now or forever hold your peace. I, on the other hand, am going to hold myself and reminisce about my day at The Abernathy House, realizing that the most beautiful, meaningful experience I ever had is now behind me, leaving me nothing to look forward to for the rest of my life. Sigh.