Travel in style… you never know where your next journey might take you.
I sat on my roof deck lulled by crashing waves and coqui chirps. I took a deep breath of salt air and humidity as I giggled to myself. At what? I don’t remember, buzzed off of happiness and piña coladas. It was almost midnight, almost my birthday, and I was exactly where I wanted to be. Alone. In Rincón, Puerto Rico.
The true anchor of this look is the body’s biggest organ. Great skin.
I picked up a Parisienne girl practical style secret: the cross-body mini purse and the tote.
Tenue Du Jour. That’s “outfit of the day” in French.
No one knows how to assemble a squad like my girl Sophie.
The PicKNICK, St. Cloud’s modern twist on the traditional picnic, atop Times Square.