Aug24

My PCH Seekender Adventure: The Color Purple

{Wearing: Celeste Top Rock: c/o SolKissed and Cusco Barely Bottom Rock: c/o SolKissed. Necklace: c/o Express. Photographed by Jorge Camaraza.}  Walking away from what we’d seen on our first stop in Big Sur was hard. I never wanted to let go of it, this most beautiful edge of the world I’d ever seen. But there was more to see. I zipped up my jacket. There was a briskness to the air that was intriguing. It fit with the sharp edges of the cliffs, their deep waters below. The beaches seemed so far beneath, so truly different than back home, where life and land were flat and the beach lay just before you. I wasn’t sure I would actually step foot on the beach, I felt so far away from it. I wasn’t sure I wanted to, it was cold. So cold. And then I remembered before leaving Monterey, our Hampton By Hilton concierge…Read More

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Aug19

How the Exumas Changed Everything I Thought I Knew About Myself

Days 1 & 2: Meet the Exumas {Wearing: Bikini: c/o Montce Crochet Solo x Nu Micro Set. Round Sunnies: Forever 21. Photographed by Jorge Camaraza} I remember back when I was terrified to fly, which made travel basically impossible, leaving me spending summer after summer stuck in the monotony of Miami Beach. I remember how I longed to be a part of that set that just up and went, anywhere, everywhere, disappearing to exotic places and returning with tans that made me wonder if they had bathed in bronzer. I cannot tell you how liberating it is to know those days are behind me. And after this summer, I have to commend myself. You’ve come a long way, baby, hopping planes and getting out of Miami for the majority of the season, seeing new places, trying new things and rocking my own tan with a tale behind it. Now, as summer…Read More

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Aug04

Tropical Formal

{Wearing: Blue Waves Dress: TouchDolls. Shoes: Steve Madden. Herba Earrings: c/o Tarbay. Hair: Glamsquad. Photographed by Jorge Camaraza.} One of the many trips I’ve been on this summer was to Captive Island for a wedding. A wedding in which the invite read “Tropical Formal” as the attire. Tropical formal? What does that mean? Is that like a tux and flip-flops? Is it a bedazzled bikini with a floor-length sarong? And what kind of handbag goes with that look? As a freelancer for The Knot (my job, when I’m not emptying the thoughts that roll around in my head here on the blog), I felt I needed to nail this. I mean, I work for a wedding magazine, the wedding magazine. Not being able to decode wedding dress attire, well, that’s kind of embarrassing, no? So I started the search, the quest for this tropical formal situation that had me completely perplexed. I stepped into…Read More

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Aug03

Miami Spa Month Still Going

{My Spa Month Experience c/o Agua at The Delano}  {Braid by L’Oréal Professionnel} Attention, Miami, as of today, August 3, 2016, you still have 28 days left to pamper yourself at Miami Spa Month. From now until August 31, spa treatments are all the rage. I unwound from swim week with a chill afternoon at Agua at The Delano. After slipping into my white robe, I sat back and relaxed in their white lounge, overlooking the beach. After flipping through a few pages of a local mag and finding my vibe, my masseuse came to take me away to a candlelit room. For the next 90 minutes, sheer bliss. I opted for the Citrus Scrub & Rub ($199 for 90 minutes). We started off polishing my skin to perfection with a basil & lemon sugar scrub. Then, it was off to the shower to wash off what the scrub left…Read More

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Jul31

My PCH Seekender Adventure: It’s My Way or Pacific Coast Highway

{Wearing: White Boho Dress c/o Kore. Leggings: LuluLemon. Motorcycle Boots: Steve Madden. Hat: Vintage. Photographed By Jorge Camaraza.} I sat up like a bolt of lightening, hurling the clean, white sheets off of us and onto the floor. Sheer excitement propelled me out of the comfy Hampton By Hilton bed and onto my feet. Today was it, the day. After arriving in Monterey, today, we’d wind up on the PCH. “Let’s do this, I thought,” as I climbed into my motorcycle boots, the only shoes I’d brought along for the journey. We satiated ourselves at the continental breakfast in the lobby, fueling up for the adventure ahead on homemade waffles and coffee in the brand’s kitschy mouth cups. Afterward, we loaded the saddlebags with our belongings. Come day’s end, we’d land in Pismo Beach, but the road from here to there was a full one, our first official day on the Pacific Coast…Read More

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Jul27

Running Away and Joining the Circus, Er Cirkopolis

Last week I got the chance to see what happens backstage at Cirkopolis at the Arsht. And it was awesome. I have a huge appreciation for gymnasts. I was one for eons. The way they move their bodies is an art form. Being able to get up close and personal with the talent at the Eloize cast was, well, really, really cool. A lot of it took me back to my days as a cheerleader, watching them do basket tosses and tucks. And, to be quite honest, I wanted to jump right in. And I would have, too, given the chance. After checking out the backstage show, we (adults and kiddos, alike—because this is a family thing you can happily take everyone to) took our seats and enjoyed the show, which runs now through July 31, and watched as the set came to life and these amazing gymnasts twisted their…Read More

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Jul19

Meet the Team Who Gives Me #MySassoonStyle

{Hair by Sassoon in Miami Beach. This photograph by Jorge Camaraza.} That’s me up there, having a good hair day, thanks to the hair whisperers at Sassoon in Miami Beach. I’ve been a part of the long hair team for about two years now, and being a part of that tribe takes a lot maintenance. Nearly once a month, I slip into Sassoon for a hair transformation, to keep these long locks in line. I know that when I get there, Ronnie, my colorist will take whatever damage Miami has done to my hair (sun eating my color, chlorine fading my hue, age turning my brown locks grey) and reverse it. Once she gets her hands on my strands I know its only a matter of time before I’m a rich, deep, chocolate brunette. Afterward, she always treats me to a Kerastase mask that loads my hair with shine that goes the…Read More

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Jul14

That Time I Got to be a Bikini Model at Splashion 2016

{Wearing: Peony. Photographed by Thaddaeus McAdams/exclusiveaccess.net} {Wearing: Laundry by Shelli Segal. With: Ria Michelle, I’m Not Sorry Darling, Uncle Luke, Brickellista, Kelly Saks and (my lifelong swim week sista for more years than either of us can remember) The Wordy Girl. Photographed by Thaddaeus McAdams/exclusiveccess.net} Year after year, as July creeps into the middle of our summer, we make our way to the tents of swim week. We go to the rooftop parties. We snap pics of models in bikinis. We wish our legs were that long. We realize just how short our legs are. And we sweat—in hair, in makeup, in outfits we obsess over putting together, backstage, front of house, front row, on rooftops, at presentations, at breakfasts, waiting for Ubers. Swim week is one of my favorite weeks in Miami, but I’ve been going for so long (since its inception), I can’t even remember which year I’m on. While its fun, it…Read More

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Jun21

My PCH Seekender Adventure: The Road to Monterey

{Wearing: Motorcycle Jacket: Zara. Crochet Top: c/o Kore. Jeans: American Eagle Outfitters. Motorcycle Boots: Steve Madden. Sunnies: c/o T.J. Maxx. Photographed By Jorge Camaraza.} We sped off into the beautiful California day, leaving San Francisco behind, pressing onward to Monterey, the second stop on our Pacific Coast Highway adventure. Oh, Monterey. The things I had heard. The photos I had seen. None of them, however, would compare to what my own eyes would behold. The day was starting to cool down, the sun no longer directly above. The wind whipped at us, I zipped up my motorcycle jacket to keep her nip at bay. As we careened through the path, wildflowers surrounding us on either side, I spotted two doe running across the road. I felt like the intruder in their world, this place that was so crisp and pristine. God’s country, that’s where we had found ourselves. The sheer beauty,…Read More

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