“If you go home with somebody, and they don't have books, don't fuck them.”
--- John Waters

By Erin Feher
For most folks, rain may inspire getting cozy under the sheets with company, but for me there’s nothing like the dry, scorching heat of the desert to get my blood boiling, especially if I was camped out in this gold-plated modernist mansion wearing nothing but 24-karat aviators.
Acido Dorado is the realization of architect Robert Stone’s psychedelicvision. The architecture itself: extra-deep steps that slow your pace,exterior walls that open up completely to the vast nothingness beyond, desert modernism reincarnated with futuristic details toys with the visitor’s state of mind.


But Stone isn’t one for foreplay, so he painted every inch of the structure a glittering gold, instantly hypnotizing anyone who comes upon it. The thing is, like anything wild, willing and completely worth it, it’s not that easy to stumble upon. Located just east of Joshua Tree National Park, the mostly undeveloped land and the architectural jewels Stone continues to construct on it has been dubbed “Pretty Vacant Properties“, by its owner (Sid Vicious would know why).
As you would expect of a house dressed in gold down to its bedcovers, its luxurious offerings extend well beyond its color palette. And, while I may be able to scrape up the cash for the gold aviators, I think I’ll have to hold off on the sweaty, sandy weekend getaway: The house is available for rental (http://prettyvacantproperties.com ) at $440$460 per night.

If you are more leather-and-emo than glitter-and-disco, get dibs on Stone’s other property, Rosa Muerta, Acido Dorado’s black sheep of a sibling.
