Believe it or not, my summer started earlier than what I thought. I bypassed the winter months earlier this year by hibernating in Los Angeles and scorching Bali to film ANTM’s Cycle 20 (it will premiere on the CW this August 2). Since then, I went to similar, very sunny cities around the world — Singapore, Sydney, Marrakesh, Rabat, Casablanca, every imaginable city in Orange County, California, Mexico City, Florence, Bologna, San Francisco and now, to top it all of, Ibiza. When I was much younger, I like to spend hours and hours tanning but now that I’m of a certain age (and in order to preserve what’s left of my so-called questionable youthful looks), I try to limit sun exposure to the bare minimum. It was challenging to do so in Ibiza where everyone is pretty much naked. Don’t get me started on the geriatric nudists on Salinas beach; what has been seen cannot be unseen. After days of hiding under the beach towels and umbrellas, I thought to myself, fuck it. Embrace the tan, embrace the brown, just… embrace it all.
Sunglasses, shirt and shorts by Replay Jeans, sandals by Marni, watch and bracelet by Cartier.
Oh Pacha. Pacha, Pacha, Pacha Ibiza. I, along with friends from Replay Jeans, recently went to the Fuck Me I’m Famous party by David Guetta at Pacha a couple of days ago. I must say that it’s one of the best, definitely the most mind-blowing party I’ve been to in the past decade. It was pure sensory overload. I don’t even know where to begin — the extreme laser beams, the burlesque dancers, the art direction, the steam, dancing on the VIP balcony, the endless stream of Vodka and Dom Perignon. The music, oh the music, was EVERYTHING. Dimitri Vegas & Like Mike were on the decks when we came to the club and then David Guetta did his thing. It was one bombastic track after another. It was intense.
On a side note, I feel horrible for all the non-VIP people on the main dancefloor whose movements were restricted to hand/arm raising — the club was packed, not like sardines but more like vaccuum-sealed. It’s crazy! TBH, I wouldn’t go to Pacha unless a table is booked. There is absolutely NO way you’ll enjoy the club if you don’t have a table or space to dance. I **LOVE** Pacha Ibiza!
Just when I thought my summer could not get any worse, the lord almighty, whoever or wherever it might be, answered by prayers and sent me to Ibiza. Si, si, si, hola, hola, hola Eivissa! The last time I went here was more than a decade ago. I’m not even gonna tell you when exactly because it will cement the notion that I’m a dinosaur. But yes, I’m THRILLED, I’m so happy to be back. I’ve decided that I’m gonna make an effort from now on to spend a week here at least during summer. Every year. Why haven’t I gone here before when I go to Europe all the fucking time? Ugh. Looking back, it’s fascinating how I’ve worked so hard over the past few years that I forgot to take real vacations. It’s great that I get to travel more than a pilot even if it’s mostly for work. If there’s anything I’ve learned in the past 24 hours that I’ve been here, it’s… well, it’s important to take a break from it all. Shake that booty bitches, it’s time to party.
Shorts by Marc Jacobs, sandals by Prada, sunglasses by Replay, bracelets by Hermes and Cartier, watch by Cartier
I love a good Christopher Kane print. Especially when it features scary creatures inspired by old horror films. It’s not every day that I wear fleece sweatshirts and sweat pants but this graphic, head-to-ankle look from Christopher Kane is asking for it. Perfect for mincing around the airport or hustling the city streets.
Christopher Kane sweatshirt (click HERE), Christopher Kane fleece track pants (click HERE), Giuseppe Zanotti sneakers (click HERE). All at Luisa Via Roma.
Ciao my dearest readers. Greetings from Florence!
Over the weekend, I had the pleasure of attending Eva Cavalli’s party for Cash & Rocket, a tour organized by women raising funds for charity.
Roberto’s son Rob invited a few of us back to their Villa the day after for an impromptu lunch and pool party — a great way to beat the Italian heat. The Cavallis are such gracious hosts. Their home up the Florentine hills is nothing but magnificent and inspiring — think mink carpets, sable fur throws and unicorn sculptures. It was certainly a far cry from how I grew up as a child. It was magical!
Meanwhile, I had to make a new friend out of the leopard-print rabbit fut teddy bear in one of the salons.
Sandals by Studio Pollini (click HERE)
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On our last day in Morocco, Rumi, Queenie and I piled into a chartered van to hit unexplored areas of Rabat. Our first stop was the shopping area at Rue due Consuls where I found an amazing hand-dyed and hand-woven hooded jacket and a messenger bag to match.
In light of our new purchases, Rumi challenged me to work on my rendition of the ‘world traveler’ look. Rumi, as you know, is known for her effortless, luxe/bohemian sensibilities. Unfortunately, I own very few options that would have passed for ‘world traveler’. Rumi vetoed out my new, space-age (as she called it) Ferragamo fall 2013 bag and the white, button-down Giorgio Armani shirt I had on. She insisted in lending me one of her her peasant-inspired blouses to match my embroidered Suno shorts. She finally gave up when I protested by crying ‘I need my fashion credits!’ in the van.
It was golden hour and we asked our diver to pull over at the entrance of a small medina just outside of the city. I hid my white Ferragamo bag inside the ethnic messenger bag and, to Queenie and Rumi’s surprise, took it out after a few shots. They both ganged up on me and laughed at my inability to pass up the opportunity of using a fashion credit.
On me: Hat by Burton, white shirt by Giorgio Armani, shorts by SUNO, jacket and messenger bag from Moroccan shop stall, sandals by COS, bracelets by Hermes and Cartier, watch by Cartier, white bag by Salvatore Ferragamo
SUNO available at Moda Operandi [click here]
It was our third day in Rabat and we decided to break away from the rest of the group to do a little bit of exploring. Our first stop was the Kasbah, which we had assumed there was only one. We thought we were headed to Kasbah Des Oudaias, but ended up instead at what our driver told us was Kasbah Chellah.
Kasbah Chellah was the site of an ancient Roman city and necropolis. A local guide tagged along behind us, insisting we be accompanied. But after many protests in broken French, he left us on our own.
As we wound our way into the maze of crumbling buildings and ruins, we began to notice the many ancient gravestones as well as the immense stork nests perched among the tops of the walls and arches. The site had a strangely eerie feeling. While our visit to Kasbah Chellah was completely accidental, I have to say that I’m glad we made the trip.
On me: Hat by Burton, sunglasses by Prada, sweater and jacket by Salvatore Ferragamo, belt by Giorgio Armani, jeans by MiH Jeans, bracelet and watch by Cartier, shoes by Salvatore Ferragamo
On Queenie: Hat, shirt, scarf by Giorgio Armani
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