Modeling since the age of 15, Natalie Lim Suarez has been a notable figure in the fashion industry for years. Based in NYC, she is 1/2 Chinese, 1/4 Spanish, and 1/4 Mexican. With her passion for photography, creative direction, design, music, writing, modeling, and style, NATALIE OFF DUTY was born. Completely inspired by the "model off duty" on-the-go lifestyle. Sharing her stories, inspirations, and projects through her own photography and writing. Already noted for her winning fans in Harper's Bazaar UK, featured editorials in ELLE, and WWD for her "Good Taste." Along with campaigns and ambassadorships to top fashion and beauty brands from around the world. Some including COACH, DKNY, L'oreal Paris, Saks 5th Avenue, Sunglass Hut, Levis, and Nordstrom. Her eclectic, unique style has launched many successful design collaborations sold in top retailers around the world. Next to fashion, Natalie's other passion is music. Singing along with piano/guitar continue to pop up in her upcoming fashion campaigns.
I took my Audi R8 to Montauk this summer, and boy does this baby vrrooom fast. Summer never feels complete without a car and the open road. You just feel free, unstoppable, and more excited to explore than ever before. I was out east for a weekend work trip…but managed to squeeze in a ton of R&R. Montauk is a place I’ve been going to for years, but this time, it felt new, exciting, and special. With the usual stops, like dinner at Crow’s Nest and countless hours in the roman baths at Gurney’s, I also ventured out to Sag Harbor. We sailed away in a friend’s boat called The Kiwi in Sag Harbor out to the beautiful untouched shores of Gardiner’s Island. Some of the most peaceful beaches are out East…as are the memories.
Here are a few outtakes from a recent campaign for Armani Beauty’s Code Colonia fragrancein Montauk, New York. It’s a scent that’s meant to be shared. What’s better than having a scent you and your lover can always come back to? For me, this one reminds me of romantic summer getaways together, from St. Martin to Ditch Plains. Here at Gurney’s Seawater Resort in Montauk, my bedsheets were as crisp and white as my favorite power suit…the perfect compliment to this fresh morning fragrance. We had some sunny days and some cloudy days, but each, equally relaxing with days spent in the indoor pool and nights by the fireplace. May the last weekend of summer and fresh whites-on-whites, live on.
So much of this summer has revolved around these pin-striped flared pants. They’re so rock n’ roll. I love them best slipped on over a good bikini. On the beach, anything goes. And especially in Montauk, a place I miss dearly. It’s the scent of Montauk I miss. A mix of salt, wood, and rain. It’s the sounds. On the east coast, it’s so comforting to fall asleep to the lullaby of rain pattering and waves crashing. Everyday is unpredictable. It’s the color of the green lush surrounding the cliffs I miss. The feeling you get after a good surf in your wet suit. And I can’t stop smiling. The year has flown by like no other, and sometimes like all of us, I forget to stop, smile, and breath. So right now I want you to stop and feel proud of all the places you’ve gotten to travel to. All the things that pushed you out of your comfort zone. All of the things that made you open your eyes, your ears. Feel proud of your accomplishments. And don’t stop now. Be proud of having the ability to open up to new people. To be vulnerable. The ability to make new, genuine friends that’ll last a lifetime. Be proud that you’re free. And keep on creating stories…and releasing your inner goofball along the way.
Where to next? I’m off to Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia this week. I’m very excited for a warmer climate. To see my family on my mother’s side. To explore the country’s colorful and vibrant culture. The beautiful beaches of Penang. The food markets of Melaka. There’s so much to see. I can hardly wait.
Montauk’s salty air reminds me of cartwheels on the beach. It reminds me of this sunhat that’s almost floated out into sea a dozen of times, but still finds it’s way back home. It reminds me of tiny crochet bikinis. It reminds me of this rusty white painted balcony that nobody can look into. It reminds me of the content and happy older couple who wanted me to take their picture…and who I never got the chance to show it to. It reminds me of the seagulls that always try to steal my breakfast. It reminds me of feeling so far from the city, yet so close to home. It reminds me to live each moment like it’s last. It reminds me of this perfect August weekend.