38 Special

  {Wearing: Dress: American Apparel. Bag: Kate Spade New York Outlet at c/o Sawgrass Mills. Earrings: Herba c/o Tarbay. Shoes: Steve Madden. Photographed by Jorge Camaraza at Boca Raton Resort and Club, a Waldorf Astoria Resort.} This past week I turned 38. Thirty eight. The actual number didn’t hit me until a friend told me I was “chasing 40.” Holy shit, I am chasing 40. But I don’t feel like I’m going to catch it. And by that I mean, I don’t feel 38. Does 38 even have a distinct feeling? If it does, it’s sore quads from dancing the night away in heels too tall with some of my favorite people on earth, weary eyes from staying up too late and fretting over laugh lines from smiling too hard. Maybe 40 is chasing me instead. And guess what? I’m not slowing down any time soon. If 38 is supposed to…Read More



Prelude to a Kiss

{Vaseline Lip Therapy Tin in Rosy Lips.} {Wearing: Vest: Market Miami. Jeans: American Eagle. Shoes: c/o T.J. Maxx.} I live in Miami so nothing every gets dried out. I mean, how can it? It’s rarely below 70 degrees and we have enough humidity to keep your hair in a state of perma-frizz until the end of Hillary’s second term (see what I did there?). False! Just because we Miamians don’t have winter doesn’t mean we don’t need to moisturize on the regular. That big ball up there in the sky that keeps us in a constant state of hot also dries us out. And I’m fairly certain chapped lips—the side effect of said ball—are just evil face hangnails. Chapped lips feel like sandpaper rubbing against sandpaper. No one wants to put lipstick on them. No one wants to kiss them. And they feel awful pressed together. So, when Vaseline recently…Read More

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Orange You Glad?

{Wearing: Top: c/o Trina Turk Carlyle Top. Skirt: c/o Trina Turk Crissy Skirt. Shoes: Zara. Bag: Nanette Lepore.} Here’s the thing about being a Miami girl: Very few designers get our style. The ones who are homegrown get it because they live it. But those who design outside of Miami, well, they don’t process how palm trees are just a staple in a photo’s background, as well as how they can be in every. single. picture. They don’t comprehend how Miami bleeds color the way the wind blows in most places. Or how we love a big, bold pattern as much as we love dancing the night well into the next day. But then there’s Trina Turk and she, well, she just gets it. It’s as though she herself lives smack in the middle of a cool Art Deco apartment in South Beach. She hails from Cali, which makes her Miami’s…Read More



Rapunzel Returns

{Wearing: Crop top: c/o Susy Who. Black Zip Crop Jean: Shoes: Steve Madden Roebella Pumps. Bag: c/o Hayden-Harnett Pieced Out Dome Satchel. Hair: c/o Angels Luxury Hair. Photographed by Maria Tettamanti.} She’s baaaaaack. Rapunzel returns. I haven’t had hair extensions since last summer, which was the first and only time in my life I’ve had them. I’m OK with the length of my hair. In fact, it’s longer than it’s been in seven years. But there’s just something about having hair that’s longer than yours will ever grow that makes you feel like a human My Little Pony. And there’s no feeling better than whipping your weave. So, when Angels Luxury Hair came knocking, I ran like an Olympic athlete to answer. Now here’s where things get bananas. About a week ago I posted a video to Maria Tettamanti‘s Facebook page of this insanely genius extension situation that kind of just rests on…Read More

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