A BRIEF HISTORY. The year was 2006, the place was my shitty apartment in Madison, Wisconsin. I was a broke college student enjoying my usual dinner of Cup Noodles and vodka, when pictures of Diddy’s White Party in Saint-Tropez surfaced on Perez Hilton. It was at that moment, I vowed that one day when I wasn’t broke, I too would vacation in Saint-Tropez like Puff. About a decade later, I was in that bish.
Côte d’Azur is French for about dat life*.
The South of France was first hyped by the literati and artists like Matisse and Chagall, before it became an international playground for the très riche and #blessed. Henri Matisse was probably a hipster about it like “I was there first“.
Now every May, the glitterati instinctively flock to the Côte d’Azur like the salmon of Capistrano.I’m talking about a little event called the Cannes Film Festival.
Models, bottles, super-cars, mega-yachts, and choppers – gazillionaires be like…
and I’m just over here like…I’ll take two commercial flights and a train.
Not everything is insanely expensive and extravagant AF, but is it wrong if it is?
I love the South of France and I want everyone to know – here’s my guide:
Head to the beaches Henri Matisse famously instagrammed painted, guzzle magnums of rosé (the French turn up), feast on Michelin-starred cuisine, play a pickup game of pétanque with locals, swim, sun your buns, chill out and take it all in.
Itinerary: Antibes, Cannes, Saint-Jean-Cap-Ferrat, Èze, Monaco for the Grand Prix, and Saint-Tropez (home of this KWEEN)…
Le Club 55 (Saint-Tropez). I hada rosé-fueled lunch, laid out, shopped and spotted Jane Fonda doing the same. Crudité is all the rage here, but I’m not sure why you would waste precious digestive real estate on raw vegetables, so I had real food and it was real good.
Sénéquier (Saint-Tropez). I ran into Karl Lagerfeld at Sénéquier, died, went to heaven, came back to life, and stalked his chic ass until he drove away in a Rolls Royce that matched his attire. Meanwhile back in reality, my husband was perplexed by who the “George Washington lookalike” was. Karl Lagerfeld – the inventor of fashion and resting bitch face. Duh.
My husband & I had a bucket list moment at the Monaco Grand Prix. We posted up in Casino Square and watched the cars fly around the corner before heading downhill to Mirabeau. It was pretty insane to watch IRL.
Definitely one of my favorite trips. Someone is still salty he had to sit this one out…
Both have a history of assault, but Americans quickly forgive/forget and continue to fly United/listen to Chris Brown’s music (even though both are super mediocre).
Arlo Skye is made of aluminum-magnesium; this carry-on is durable (just in case you and it get dragged off the plane). It also has a built-in phone charger so you can listen to chris brown tracks uninterrupted. (bo&play headphones)
Virgin America = Lisa Vanderpump
Both have British roots, an affinity for pink/purple (why tho…?) and are slightly tacky, but you love them anyway. Virgin and LVP both love dogs, are great at entertaining and never short on wine.
All-American, no-frills and kind of underwhelming…but when dressed up, they have potential to #SLAY. AA’s 787 Dreamliner is like Jessica Biel at the Met Gala, but more often than not, you get a plane from the same era as 7th Heaven. The Admirals Club is an added bonus…kind of like having Justin Timberlake as your spouse.
British Airways and Kate Moss give zero f*cks about what people think about them. They’re unsympathetic, often surrounded by controversy, and have been critiqued for being a bare bones airline/baring too many bones as a model. Despite getting ejected from an Easyjet plane for being intoxicated and calling a flight attendant “basic” (#rockbottom), I can’t quit Kate Moss. Just like Kate, BA has its demons, but I’m still flying back from London on BA in March. Worst case scenario, I’ll just get Kate Moss wasted.
Both make the list of the world’s worst everything and are the same awkward shade of yellow. Both have a very public reputation for being repulsive/terrible, but somehow are still in business/the oval office. WTF.
Lingua Franca Cashmere Sweater. This line of old school cashmere sweaters has gained popularity recently with their “I miss Barack” and “Resist” messages given our current political climate. They’re each hand embroidered. I like to keep things light so I opt for the ones with rap lyrics.
#GLOBALWARMING killed my aprés ski vibe, but I still enjoyed the fresh mountain air and 60 degree weather. The drive from Denver to Aspen was a bit long but scenic -something straight out of Westworld (if you haven’t seen it, steal your parents’ HBO GO password and binge watch that ish ASAP). After 3 hours and 45 minutes, we finally arrived in Aspen…
We stayed 2 nights at Hotel Jerome. The decor is on point, the service makes me feel like a real adult, and the in-hotel food/bar situation is ideal. After a long day of being outdoorsy, you can retreat to your room and take a luxurious shower with HERMES bath products (I snapped up 4 bottles and brought that shit home). Then head downstairs for a champagne cider cocktail by the fireplace and live the Ralph Lauren life. The hotel is pet friendly so I was able to enjoy drinks with Decker at my feet.
They have the usual designer stores – Moncler, Gucci, Dior, Rag & Bone, James Perse, etc. but if you’re down to get outfitted in western attire like Lloyd Christmas, head to Kemo Sabe. For lack of a better description…they have some pretty dope cowboy shit.
AESOP. This store is a little excessive, which is probably why I’m so attracted to it. I just stop by to lotion up with the free testers and then awkwardly leave when they ask me to buy something. $90 for lotion? Nah I’m good.