Hotel Valley Ho
Hospitality, timeless architecture, joyful modernism, and effortless leisure.
Our Story
For better afternoons.
Poolside Archive began with a towel that would not stay where it belonged.
A pool day has its own choreography.
You choose the chair. Spread out the towel. Arrange the bag. Find the sunscreen. Open the book. Pour the drink. Sit down.
Then the towel slips. You pull it back up. It bunches beneath you. It falls behind the chair. You stand, fix it, and start again.
It is not a major hardship. It is simply one of those small, persistent inconveniences we have accepted because no one thought much about it.
Poolside Archive thought about it.
The first Lounger was imagined as a textile made for the chaise itself: shaped around the chair, generous where it matters, easier to keep in place, and beautiful enough to feel like part of the occasion.
But function was only the beginning. The visual world of Poolside Archive comes from vintage hotels, antique stores, old towels, Palm Springs architecture, sun-faded textiles, kaftans, book covers, movie stills, labels, stitching, and objects that seem to have collected stories.
We are not interested in making poolside life feel more complicated or performative. We are interested in making it easier to settle in.
Because summer is not only the trip you planned months in advance. It is also the afternoon you protected from everything else.
We believe
Summer isn't measured in vacations. It's measured in afternoons.
What we look to
Three north stars.
Antique stores
Discovery, patina, character, irregularity, and objects that have earned their place.
Real poolside afternoons
Drinks in the cooler, books in the bag, music playing, no rush, and nowhere more important to be.
Archival #001 — The Founder
A note from the founder
I wanted to make something that solved a genuine problem without looking purely utilitarian.
The Lounger needed to work. It also needed to feel personal — like a textile you had discovered, kept, and made part of your own ritual.
My hope is that six months or ten years from now, you spread it over a chair and immediately feel that the afternoon has begun.
— Poolside Archive