sunrise, sunset
We woke up dusty, glitter still on our faces. A quick dip to rinse off the night, then straight into the sun. No plans—just cold drinks, silk layers, and the kind of heat that makes everything feel a little unreal. By golden hour, we were dancing barefoot, watching the sky shift. Desert dreamers, chasing light.
Inspired by golden hour at Coachella Valley, Joni Mitchell records, and vintage Chloé.
Stay toasted, xx.
