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Unless you want turquoise jewelry or southwestern textiles, you're probably not going to plan a trip to Santa Fe around shopping. Which is why Santa Fe Dry Goods, a store located right alongside the city's main plaza on Old Santa Fe Trail, caught me by surprise last week.
An incredible find hidden right in plain sight, the store carries brands like Dries Van Noten, Issey Miyake, and Rick Owens, but almost exclusively in colors like indigo, rust, mustard, and cobalt, what I took to calling the "desert edit of Barneys."
Santa Fe is where I want to move when I turn 55 before retiring in Palm Springs ten years after that—but there's no reason I can't start dressing like that now. Which is why I'm ready to invest in the deep blue culottes calling my name.