Location: North River Lobster Company, Pier 81 – NYC Blouse (old): Nasty Gal (similar here and here) I also love this one, this one, and this one | Sweater: Zara | Skirt (old): Zara (similar here and here) | Chain Belt (old): Nordstrom (similar here and if you want to splurge I love this one) | Shoes: Sam Edelman (wearing Sangria Velvet color ) | Cape:Belle Fare | Brooches (old):Chanel | Purse: Chanel | Tail (similar here)
I’m just going to come right out and say it, I rarely wear pants. This truth is best illustrated through the following example: Stephen was planning a surprise “date day” – since I’m not fond of surprises I pressed for details, at least on the outfit front. The only clue he gave me was “you have to wear pants” to which I responded “so….horseback riding.” Stephen said I am the only person in the entire world for whom “pants” would be such an obvious clue. Needless to say, NYC winters are not the best fit for someone with a strained relationship with pants. I survive by utilizing the ‘just add tights’ rule of thumb, combined with heavy outerwear and Uber of course. I actually find tights to be pretty warm, I’m not sure how they provide any warmth at all, but for me they are an essential winter layer. I prefer tights to be on the sheerer side so you can still see the shape of the leg, solid/opaque tights are too reminiscent of leggings or Under Armour for my taste. In my downtime, I essentially live in leggings but it’s not a great look under skirts. The Holy Grail of sheer tights for me are fishnets, if I had to give one point to support fishnets it would be that they don’t rip. I gave black nylons a shot for a while but they ripped, without fail Every. Single. Wear. So now I am a born-again fishnet supporter and haven’t looked back.
Location: Fort Tilden, The Rockaways – NY Dress (old): Self-Portrait (similar here, I also love this one) | Shirt:Thomas Pink | Dinner Jacket (old): J.Crew (I also like this one from J.Crew) | Grosgrain Bowtie:Saks Fifth Avenue Collection | Smoke Bombs: Enola Gaye(Red Color)
A while back I had the flu and decided I was going to binge watch the entire first season of Scream Queens (I know late to the game on this one). That is where I first laid eyes on the Self-Portrait ‘Frilled Column Dress’ and decided to make her mine. Since I am not an early adopter when it comes to television, the dress was no longer available in US stores AND I missed it going on sale on ShopBop. Luckily, like Jason Mraz, I wouldn’t give up on “us” and became hell bent on tracking down this dress in my size. Something to know about me is that I will go to great lengths to track something down; I once learned how to say “can you put these earrings on hold” and memorized a style number in Italian, via google translate, in an attempt to purchase a pair of earrings only located in a Chanel boutique by my brother’s study abroad housing (they wouldn’t ship to New York so this was my only option). I realize a lot of people would consider this behavior to be manic, or superficial at best, but I am a collector akin to a comic book or art aficionado, and one does not pass up the perfect collection rounding piece.
Location: Bermuda Sweater: Aritzia | Gingham Shorts: Crewcuts – Frankie short | Bandana:Levi’s (I also want this one and this one) | Sandals: Havaianas | Gingham Top:Whistles (I also like this gingham dress)| White Shorts:Crewcuts (J.Crew version here) | Coral Dress: Zara (similar dress I want here and here) | Necklace:Amazon
My first boat experience was not a great one. Stephen’s family lived on a lake just outside of Portland, where we went to college, and on the first day of summer he took me to pick up his boat to drive it back to their house. Since he drives like a bit of an a-hole I went flying to the back of the boat and narrowly escaped serious head trauma, or worse, a broken tooth (this is one of my biggest fears). That summer, my friends and I basically lived on the lake, we went tandem inner tubing every weekend where I would get kicked in the face or catapulted into a face flop Every. Single. Time. Eventually I manned up and just admitted, “I hate inner tubing, I just want to lay out, tan, and talk.” No one protested this idea because, turns out, everyone felt like they were going to die inner tubing…you see how it only takes one person to speak up and make a change.
Location: Southampton, Bermuda Sequin Skirt: AllSaints (similar here)| Pink Swimsuit:Body Glove | Hat: Hurley (similar here) | Sunglasses:Ray-Ban | Grey Shorts:Aritzia (Heather/White Oak Color) | Flamingo:Amazon (this one includes a motorized pump)| Round Towel: Cotton On (I also like this one and this one) | Speaker:Nixon (Marbled Multicolor)
Bermuda, an island with pink sand beaches and a travel campaign I can certainly get behind, “More Pink.” Ironically, my 21st birthday was a pink party, so I guess I came full circle for my 30th with a birthday trip to Bermuda. Turning 30 was a bit bittersweet because Norma always said “it’s all down hill after 30”; so far the anticipated rapid aging hasn’t set in but the night is still young.
Location: Grand Cayman, Cayman Islands Sequin Jumpsuit: Nasty Gal | Wetsuit: Duskii (worn with Wilfred Free Charlene Short – Aritzia) | Belt: Grundéns | Dress: Olcay Gulsen | Pink Bikini: VS Swim | Black and Orange Bikini: VS Swim
We celebrated our one-year anniversary with a trip to Grand Cayman. Our last few trips had been to Europe and we had yet to take a true tropical beach vacation. Since we live in NYC, we needed a break from crowds and opted for an off-season destination. The Caribbean still has great weather in October but offers lower fares and rates since it’s at the end of hurricane season; so we started our search there. When Stephen and I travel we like to do activities, neither of us can sit and “relax” for very long, so we compared the Caribbean islands from that angle and eventually landed on Grand Cayman. The selling point for me was the opportunity to swim with stingrays in their natural habitat, in what looked like the most beautiful turquoise water. We stayed at the Grand Cayman Marriott Beach Resort, also known as The Beach House, because of it’s location on Seven Mile Beach and modern beach house vibe.