Anywhoo the family home in Palm Springs is beyond. Everything is 1950's/1960's original and it's just pure decorating porn.
The town itself is so old-Hollywood-untouched-amazing.
The Martin home. I stole this one from google. I forgot to take a picture of the outside (daydrinking).
Daydrinking under palm trees.
Check the waterfall coffee table (covered in ANIMAL HIDE). And the tribal sofa. And me daydrinking.
Dean Martin's bedroom. Weird, right? Silver feather wallpaper. Stop it. And the rest is just silver. STOP IT. It was like walking into a giant microwave. To boot - all the furniture was white, original bamboo with lucite pulls. So good!
Grapefruit trees (and Mr. Biggs)
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