I’m kinda obsessed with Desert Modernism because it’s so incredibly foreign to me (I grew up in Manhattan, climbing on fire escapes and scaffolding as a child). This is one of my favorites of that style ever - I first saw it in a Julius Shulman photography book my dad gave me. I imagine inhabiting a house built into a mountain with a boulder just hanging out over the bed would be like living in outer space (except a lot sexier and more convenient), but the same could probably be said of anyone, no matter where they grew up. Unless they grew up here. Also: the light switch set into the rock? Kills me.