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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...

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...

If you’ve ever cruised the wide, dusty streets of Marfa on one of our trusty beach cruisers and suddenly found yourself… not cruising,...

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....

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....

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,...

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...