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A Quick Note About the Photo Above The photo at the top of this post was taken a few years back, right here in Marfa, using an iPhone. No telescope. No tracking mount. No fancy camera setup. Just a phone, a steady hand, and a very dark sky. What’s wild is that while the photo clearly shows the Milky Way, it still doesn’t do it justice. The iPhone couldn’t fully capture the depth, brightness, or texture of what was actually overhead. The camera tried—but it couldn’t keep up wi

Hint: It’s Not What Instagram Shows Most people arrive in Marfa dressed for photos, not for the place itself. They expect warm days, cool nights, and a tidy little desert aesthetic. Marfa has other plans. Wind shows up unannounced. Temperatures change their minds. Shoes suddenly matter. Packing for Marfa isn’t about getting it “right”; it’s about being comfortable enough to follow your curiosity when the day takes a turn. The good news? Marfa is one of the safest places imagi

The Unmade Bed: Why Imperfection Belongs in Design Morning light in Marfa doesn’t rush. It wanders in through linen curtains, slides across the floor, and lands on the bed before you do. The sheets are creased, the pillows soft from sleep, and the air still smells faintly of coffee. It’s in these moments, quiet, undone, perfectly human, that the house feels most alive. Out here, the desert makes a point of reminding you that perfection is a short-term guest. Metal rusts, woo

At The Milky WayFarer, we’re starting a new kind of guestbook, one with actual books. A take-one, leave-one shelf where stories travel farther than luggage, and every reader leaves with a little more Marfa in them. Most people come to Marfa expecting to discover something, art, quiet, maybe a UFO if the night’s clear and the mezcal is strong. But here at The Milky WayFarer, we think the real magic happens when you leave something behind. Not socks or chargers (though, let’s b

Somewhere Between the First Chill and the First Wreath We’re not sure when it officially becomes the holiday season. Maybe it’s when the first wreath shows up on a neighbor’s door, or when Marfa mornings start to carry that crisp chill that makes you reach for a second cup of coffee. Either way, it feels like the right moment to pause and say something simple: thank you. A Year in the Desert This year, our little desert home welcomed guests from all over, each arriving with t

The Familiar Scene Marfa has its Greatest Hits album: Prada, Judd, the Courthouse selfies, the outdoor art installations everyone posts, and the $17 wedge salad that’s probably art. We all love them, they’re part of the experience. But as Anthony Bourdain once said, “Your body is not a temple, it’s an amusement park. Enjoy the ride.”     Because for every art installation and boutique retail or coffee shop, there’s a quieter, dustier, more queso-covered version of Marfa waiti

Marfa is famous for big skies, bigger art, and even bigger myths. Visitors arrive ready for Judd’s concrete boxes, the Prada store that isn’t really a store, and maybe even a glimpse of the Marfa Lights. But here’s the twist: when our guests write reviews of the Milky WayFarer, one of the things they rave about most isn’t cosmic or conceptual at all. It’s our washer and dryer. Yes, laundry. In Marfa. It sounds ordinary, almost laughably so. But in practice, it’s a game-change

When people hear the words Marfa and desert in the same sentence, they imagine July and August as an endless sweat lodge. Scorching sun. Sizzling lizards. Tumbleweeds spontaneously combusting. You know, classic desert drama. It’s no wonder many travelers avoid West Texas in midsummer. “Too hot,” they say. “We’ll come in October.” But here’s the twist: Marfa might just be the coolest town in Texas, and not just because Donald Judd said so. The Myth: “The Desert Will Cook You A

Howdy Friends!   We’ve got some big news brewing (literally). After many cups of coffee, several dumb questions, and a few cosmic revelations, we’re excited to share:  The Milky WayFarer Desert Drip is here — our very own custom roast.   This wouldn’t have happened without our friends Lesley and Coleman over at  Mesa Coffee , who you may remember from their Marfa Coffee Co. days. I got to know them while living off and on in Marfa, remodeling the Milky WayFarer — and drinking

Encountering the Goathead Burr If you’ve ever cruised the wide, dusty streets of Marfa on one of our trusty beach cruisers and suddenly found yourself… not cruising, chances are you’ve met the local menace: the goathead. Not a rattlesnake. Not a cactus. Just a tiny, demonic burr that looks like it rolled straight out of a Mad Max desert—because it did. The goathead, known scientifically as Tribulus terrestris , goes by many names. Most importantly, it is famously known as “th

We'd been live with our Airbnb, The Milky WayFarer, for about a year when I started to feel a quiet itch--something wasn't sitting right. The house was performing well, guests were happy, and we were grateful. But every time I looked at our listing, I felt a disconnect. The photos didn't feel like us. They were fine--technically solid--but they didn't tell the full story. The light. The layers. The little things we'd obsessed over while designing the space. There wasn't a sen

One of the first photos I ever took in Marfa was of my wife Becca and our youngest son, standing in front of Dan Flavin’s large-scale...

When we first imagined what this home could be, we weren’t just thinking about four walls and a roof — we were imagining a feeling. Something artful, warm, and welcoming. A contrast to the stark beauty of the West Texas desert. A place you’d want to slow down in, sink into, and maybe stay a little longer than planned. The home was originally a concrete box. Bare bones. But that clean slate gave us the perfect canvas to layer in texture, intention, and story. Inspired by Marfa

That's me in a pair of Ray-Ban WayFarer's. Marfa, Texas is the kind of place where the sky steals the show. Forget city lights—out here, the stars shine so bright you don’t need a telescope to see the Milky Way. Just step outside, look up, and boom—the universe in high definition. That’s where the name The Milky WayFarer comes in. It’s a nod to Marfa’s dark skies, its endless travelers, and, well… my favorite pair of Ray-Bans. But there’s more to it than that. A Home Under th

Well, it’s official—Punxsutawney Phil saw his shadow, which means six more weeks of winter. But let’s be honest… wasn’t he always going to say that? While the rest of the world huddles in scarves and debates Phil’s accuracy (he’s batting about 39%, in case you’re wondering), we’re already looking ahead to warmer days and wide West Texas skies. The Milky WayFarer is the perfect place to shake off winter and start dreaming of sun-drenched days, epic stargazing, and a little Mar