Miami Swim Week went by quicker than we expected. We sat by the pool Monday afternoon, in a haze, not wanting to board the flight back to New York. But let’s rewind to the beginning. Dylana and I had just arrived this evening. The humid like a kick to the face, I hopped in the shower once we arrived, leaving me with a head of wet hair before the first runway show that night. But there’s something I love about these HOT SUMMA NIGHTS. The Freehand Miami became one of the coolest little spots to hang at night. The Broken Shaker famous to locals. The eclectic decor, the group of cool kids behind a fog of smoke, the style. It’s like the Brooklyn in Miami. Oh, and not to mention, the music was perfect. It definitely felt a bit like home. But trust, I did love the beautiful Delano and Raleigh hotels on the strip. We got to experience all of Miami. From the luxury, to the nightclubs (talk about an unknown adventure!), to the beaches. It was indeed ROMPER weather. Just sitting on the chair, you can feel your skin dripping. I kept my wardrobe simple. But had quite some fun adding unexpected accessories and lip colors to all my looks. This evening, I went with the sandals I wore every night, a lace onesie, and my boyfriend’s scarf as a necktie. I guess I brought the French to Florida baby.
I’ve got loads more to show you. Like my surprise appearance on the 6 Shore Road catwalk. Stay tuned.