Rick Nelson and Claude Peck dispense unasked-for advice about clothing, etiquette, culture, relationships, grooming and more.
CP: The supercool Palm Springs airport is all indoor-outdoor-sy. Nothing beats watching as a planeload of pallid, fretful, hunched-over and overdressed Minnesotans first emerge into the desert heat, shaded by those white tents.
RN: The collective exhale of relief is a sight to behold.
CP: And the 1966 airport, like many other significant Palm Springs buildings, is by Minneapolis-raised, University of Minnesota-educated architect Donald Wexler.
RN: Goldy Gopher to the rescue once again.
CP: At 88, he still lives in town. Rumor is that Wexler’s 1965 Dinah Shore house just sold for about $5.4 million to an actor who’ll be at the Oscars tonight, since he’s nominated.
RN: I’m hoping you’re going to say Minneapolis’ own Barkhad Abdi, but I’m guessing that that pile of sun-soaked real estate probably went to Mr. DiCaprio. How very “Wolf of Wall Street” of him.
CP: Someone said Palm Springs is a “strange paradise.” And discuss.
RN: I get that. Weird twist of geographic fate creates ideal winter weather, and proximity to Los Angeles fosters incredible cache of midcentury modern architecture, much of it faithfully restored by the Gays.