THERE IS LITTLE I love more than an unexpected collaboration. I can trace this back to my early teenage years, which, fortuitously, overlapped with the creative frenzy that gave the world '90s hip-hop. It was a time filled with sonic unexpectedness; my brain, still new to choosing my own music, lit up when I encountered a fusion of, say, Led Zeppelin and A Tribe Called Quest, creating connections between genres I didn’t realize could exist. Sampling also opened me up to musicians I would otherwise have been unlikely to encounter for decades: artists as diverse as Serge Gainsbourg, Liberace, and the Turtles, woven into the songs of groups like De La Soul and the Beastie Boys. But a collaboration between artists I already loved and would never have imagined pairing together was even better. The absolute masterpiece marriage of rap, metal, and grunge (another profound musical moment I was lucky enough to live through) made up the soundtrack of “Judgment Night” — a terrible movie that produced a cult album I can confidently say contributed positively to my creative development.

A treatise on ’90s hip-hop sampling might seem like an incongruous start to a piece about the Globe-Trotter and Palm Springs capsule collection, but stay with me. When I learned about the collaboration, I felt that same sparkle of excitement I used to feel when I heard a perfect sample: surprise, followed by the pleasant realization that I was experiencing a spot-on pairing, one that also made things just a little more interesting.

I saw my first Globe-Trotter suitcase on a baggage carousel during a press trip. My luggage, right behind it, was of the same brand that most of the editors were toting (I’ll let you guess, and I’m sure you can, even without me telling you that it starts with an R). My bag was chic and serviceable, nothing to be embarrassed about; the Globe-Trotter gliding toward me was something else entirely. The editor who claimed it was a real English dandy, his look perfectly composed, down to the suspenders, pocket square, and bow tie. The same attention had clearly been applied to his luggage. Of course that beautiful suitcase belonged to him. I could imagine nothing less.

Palm Springs is a place I love, precisely for the same reason I admired this gentleman’s style: It is entirely and completely itself — an unapologetically singular aesthetic (I’m also a sucker for midcentury anything, which makes it a veritable paradise). Leaving aside the question of whether a city can be considered a brand — in this case, sure, I’ll accept the nomenclature — this is a pairing of brands that feels fortuitous, timeless, and in hindsight, totally obvious.

It should go without saying, but I’ll say it anyway: The output produced by this pairing is perfect. The capsule collection features all the hallmarks of Globe-Trotter: made of vulcanized fiberboard (14 layers of recycled paper bonded with zinc), the frame stronger than leather yet lighter than aluminum, and each marked with a unique serial number — a testament to its build and useful for tracking. But the colors offered — white with blue trim and yellow highlights — are timeless, with just enough of a twist to make you feel like you’ve experienced something special, and to make others at the airport do a double-take as they wonder where you got that perfect bag.