Chasing the last of the sun as it dips behind the mountains in the Coachella Valley is an exercise in madness I have taken part in with greater frequency each year it seems. One minute it’s golden and the next it’s a slow gradation of warm blues. Desert sunsets are unreal with their mixture of muted pastels and the fading glow from the sun.
I’ve been patiently waiting to wear this vintage jacket in the desert. The pale brown suede mirrored the endless sand dunes across the road from us in Rancho Mirage.