Collin Friscia hits the desert road to Palm Springs, searching for Modernism in Mid-Century architecture and the feeling of yesteryear that remains today. Gazing past the dashboard onto the open road, my girlfriend and I continue to follow Highway 111 as it winds along the base of Mt. San Jacinto’s sprawling peaks. We’ve escaped the city’s smoggy gridlock, as two-lanes of endless highway now usher us through a barren landscape of cacti shrubs and forgotten emails....
