An hour up the coast from Cabo, past the last of the noise. Paradero sits low in the farmland outside Todos Santos — brutalist walls in the exact sunbaked color of the desert. I came to shoot a short film. I put my phone away and stayed a day and a night.
Came for the architecture. Stayed for the quiet.
I
The Buildings
01 / 19 · ArrivalThe name in the wall.
02 / 19 · The ApproachCardón first, concrete behind.
03 / 19 · The StairwellLight does the wayfinding.
04 / 19 · The CommonsWhere the afternoons went.
05 / 19 · The WallsPlanters, mountains, shade.
Every wall points at a mountain.
II
Inside
06 / 19 · The SuiteMorning comes in sideways.
07 / 19 · The Bath
08 / 19 · The Robe
09 / 19 · The Window SeatWoven cushions, a framed mountain.
Golden hour lasts longer out here.
III
The Grounds
10 / 19 Sun Hats, Borrowed
11 / 19 · The VinesGolden hour on the facade.
12 / 19 · The Hammock
13 / 19 · The Garden
IV
The Table
14 / 19 · AperitivoGrapefruit, salt air.
15 / 19 · First Course
16 / 19 · Marigolds
V
Dusk
17 / 19 · The Crescent PoolA half-moon terrace, an infinity edge.
18 / 19 · Last LightWe shot into the dusk.
19 / 19 · The RoofLanterns first, then stars.
The star net, that night. Moon overhead, and I slept out under all of it.
Sunrise
Morning came back over the mountains. I watched it from the roof.