I thought I’d share some of my fave highlights on Day 2 of Electric Zoo 2014 Music Festival. At first I was like, hmm, should I go back for another round? Maybe, maybe not, maybe, maybe not. I ended up going on Day 2 and I have zero regrets because Day 3, like last year, was cancelled PREMATURELY by the authorities because of this so-called “severe weather forecast”, which, btw, didn’t happen. Just a few minutes of drizzle (YAASSSSS!) and pretty much this side of the Atlantic comes to a complete halt. Americans, especially in the East Coast, are particularly paranoid when it comes to weather.
I loved Dyro, Zedd and Armin’s sets. I had so much fun hanging out with the kids. I think I’m gonna maximize this moment before I reach that point of no return. I don’t wanna be one of those 40 year olds who look like 40 year olds but act like a bunch of 16 year olds, ya know? Not a good lewk.
I can’t believe summer is almost over and fashion month (PLEASE DON’T REFER IT AS “FASHION WEEK” BECAUSE WE ALL KNOW IT AIN’T A WEEK) begins, well, on Wednesday. Going all out over the weekend was a good way to remind myself that I’m human, I’m capable of letting my hair down and have lots fun.
I’ve always wanted to go to but I never got around doing it over the past few years because of my travel schedule but I blocked the whole month of August this year as personal “me” time and I finally did it. Yes! I went to the opening yesterday afternoon and I had lots of fun. For those of you who don’t know what Electric Zoo 2014 is (hopefully an annual event moving forward) a three-day EDM festival at Randall’s Island here in New York City.
It’s no secret that I’m a huge fan of EDM. I’ve been listening to it for years, way before it was even called “EDM”. I love the music. I really do, especially progressive/electro house, even cheesy commercial house at times. It’s cheerful and uplifting. I get so much joy and pleasure dancing hard to the beat, it’s indescribable. On a purely selfish note, I personally love dancing like a lunatic because it’s my version of burning calories aka working out.
I love a good outdoor party session versus partying in a nightclub. The older I get, the more I loathe clubs. I guess I started early. The first time I’ve stepped foot in a club was almost 18 years ago — when I was 14! These days there’s too much bullshit involved in clubs. Gathering people, queueing (if necessary), getting in, waiting in line to get a drink if you don’t have a table, paying exorbitant amounts of money to get a fucking table, and then you have shitty music AND shitty people who don’t dance.
When it comes to outdoor parties, once you’re in, you’re in. No nasty, power-tripping bouncers and door bitches to deal with judging your outfit head-to-toe. Everyone’s all happy, giddy (maybe some are on drugs but it’s none of my business) and they’re all united for the love of music. I’m an old soul. I don’t do drugs and all I’m after is a happy place where I can feel young again, throw caution to the wind, get high from the beats and dance like there’s no tomorrow.
I don’t know what it is but it feels liberating. There’s something thrilling dancing, getting all sweaty and wet, having fun, sharing smiles and good vibes with utter strangers whom you’ll never see again for the rest of your life. Oh and sitting on top of the shoulders of very tall men to admire the view of the sea of people and their well-lit phones? It’s a priceless feeling! You cannot put a price tag on sheer happiness.
That’s what I did yesterday and that’s what I’m gonna do again later tonight for Day Two of Electric Zoo!
Three days after my wisdom tooth extraction, I swung by the Louis Vuitton boutique in Soho after being told by a friend that a huge chunk of Nicolas Ghesquiere’s debut collection for the house had arrived. The last time I went to the store was ages ago when I bought luggage. I had a hard time exercising restraint and self-control because every runway piece in the store was desirable. I love the floral trousers. I NEED the turtlenecks in all color ways and the zip-front jackets. And all the belts too! In the end, I walked out of the store with a couple of knits and the new Louis Vuitton Malletage Doc PM bag.
Oh Mr. Ghesquiere… you’re so dangerous to my bank account!
Purple scarf by Prada
Sweater by Acne Studios (click HERE to buy)
Shorts by 3.1 Phillip Lim (click HERE to buy)
Sandals by Givenchy
Bag by Louis Vuitton
I know summer is in full swing but the stores are dropping their pre-fall collections left, right and center. I swung by the Prada store when I went to Rome a few weeks ago. It was difficult to leave empty-handed. I’m in love with Miuccia’s pre-fall collection! One of my favorite pieces is this deep v-neck ultra lightweight wool sweater. The silk tie attached to it is an added bonus. I love the chic effect. So effortless, so easy. All I need is cooler temps to rock this outfit out on the street.
Sweater and trousers by Prada, sandals by Balenciaga
Last Friday, I met up with some of the girls behind Spring, a new revolutionary mobile app that will change the way we shop designer goods. Spring will launch on August 14. For more information, visit Shopspring.com.
Photos via Spring.
Sweater by Spring x LPD, polo shirt by COS, pinstripe shorts by Alexander Wang (click HERE), backpack by Jason Wu, sandals by Givenchy
Like the rest of the world, I, too, am shocked and devastated on the news of Malaysian Airlines Flight 17. My heart goes to the family members, loved ones and friends of the innocent victims of this horrific tragedy. I almost cried when I first read about it on my cellphone. The plane did not crash because of technical or pilot error. The plane was shot down high up in the sky by murderers! 298 innocent lives were killed.
I’m sure you all know that I spend an awful amount of time inside airplanes because of work. Air travel used to be a novel idea, an activity that most people do when they go on holidays or the odd business trip. But for some, like me, air travel is a routine akin to work commute. Many say that statistically, it’s safer to be in a plane than a car but for some strange reason, the more I fly, the more I develop a fear of flying. There’s always that weird, “what if I’m next”, thought at the back of my head that lingers after I board an aircraft.
One of my closest friends told me the other day over lunch that dying by way of an air disaster is his biggest fear. I agree with him completely. The idea of knowing you’re about to die within minutes or seconds is terrifying. For him it’s about being absolutely helpless and the fact that there’s nothing one can do to control situation. For me it’s about the lack of having closure, the lack of being able to say goodbye to my loved ones in a “proper” way. I really don’t want my final send off to be a photo of a designer bag on my plane seat or worse, a selfie on instagram with a plane emoji and a caption saying “I’m off to XXXX (my next destination)”.
I’m scheduled to take four flights next week. Granted, Im traveling to AND from relatively low-risk, safe destinations. I’m not gonna lie through my teeth and say I’m not scared. I am! Unfortunately, there’s not much we can all do but to wish for the best. Or, as my Swedish boo always tell me, have a safe flight.
Sunglasses by Balenciaga, top by Calvin Klein Collection, backpack by Chanel
Oh Ibiza. What have you done to me? After visiting Ibiza last year, I made a personal promise to come back again this year, so, here I am. I’ve been here on this lovely Spanish island for roughly about two weeks now. Mr Sweden and I stayed at a charming little hotel high up in the old town for a few days before sharing a villa with close friends for a week and now that they’ve all left, I extended my stay at the ultimate party hotel, Ushuaia. It’s the same place where I stayed at last year.
The first hotel we stayed at had the slowest internet so I was not able to use my laptop. I was like “ok, I can survive without the internet for a few days, it’s fine.”
Five minutes after arriving to the villa we rented, I thought my friend Jason and his partner Gustavo were kidding when they told me we didn’t have internet access in the house. I felt I was gonna die right then and there but after not opening my computer for five days, it was a clear sign from the powers that be that I should be on vacation mode and that’s exactly what I did!
So up until now (there’s wifi at Ushuaia, by the way, hence the blog post), all we did was eat, sleep, rave, repeat. And a bit of tanning here and there. Ok, fine, I tanned EVERY day. I had no choice — all the white people in my group were obsessed in getting some color. I tried to fight the urge at first by covering myself in blankets and towels but in the end, my inner Donatella prevailed!
I have a love/hate relationship with tanning. Being ultra tanned is a good look with the beach as a backdrop and you’re wearing close to nothing but once you’re in the city with fierce clothes, ugh, gross. It’s not a good lewk on me.
One of my highlights from this trip is that I was able to see a number of my favorite DJs perform their sets. I’m a huge fan of electronic music, especially progressive house. I have so much energy I could dance for hours straight, sober. I get high (and goosebumps!!!) hearing familiar tracks that I know the lyrics to. I always go all out whenever I dance. I don’t care about anyone else. Put your hands up in the air, dance, sweat it all out, lose weight, feel great. #putyourhandsupintheair
Nicky Romero at Pacha, check!
Hardwell at Ushuaia, check!
Martin Garrix at Ushuaia, check!
David Guetta both at Ushuaia (for David Guetta College) and Pacha (Fuck Me I’m Famous), check!
Nicky Romero was my favorite out of everyone but Hardwell was also very, very good. I’m so glad he has his Ibiza residency. I hope Nicky would get his soon. I also saw Axwell and Ingrosso but to be honest, their performance was my least favorite.
Am I ready to go home? Not really. Thank god summer is far from being over… mine only just begun.
Top by Celine, leather shorts by Reed Krakoff, sandals by Celine, bracelet and watch by Cartier
I find it very amusing how a huge chunk of my close friends, who, I must say, travel as often as do, hate the act of travel itself — flying in particular. Think of long hours sitting inside a steel cylinder, breathing the same recycled air with hundreds of fellow passengers, with no cellphone reception. I don’t mind flying. Heck, I love flying, especially long-haul flights! A 14 hour plane ride with a flat bed, no cellphone or internet access, just me, a few glasses of wine, the latest movies and a sleeping pill is my idea of heaven.
I had the same, familiar feeling of being up in the sky when Mr Swedish and I checked into the Hotel Atlas high up in the Rif mountains in Chefchaouen, Morocco.
In the words of Mr Swedish, the hotel was spartan, grounded and had a sense of simplicity to it. I thought our hotel felt like being in the Soviet-era. The friendly guy at reception was also the bell-boy, the concierge AND the manager. He held on to our passports for hours after checking-in for reasons unknown to man.
The hotel had several floors with many, many rooms and we were literally the only people in the hotel, so it was rather shocking why our room was located in the far end of our floor. Also, we didn’t have wifi access in our room. But who needs internet access when there’s a balcony where you can light up a cigarette and look at the spectacular view of Chefchaouen and its medina?
For the first time in ages, I felt truly disconnected from the world. The overall feeling was rather eerie. The silence was deafening, but we didn’t mind. I was in a state of solitude.
And I loved it.
Shirt by Hugo Boss, trousers by Prada, watch by Rolex, sandals by Celine