Hey Into The Gloss!
I've just come back from covering the four corners of our country—we left Los Angeles for Seattle just before Thanksgiving, then jetted off to NYC for two days of insane meetings and ended our trip among wild art and even wilder parties in Miami to celebrate Art Basel. This was my second year attending Basel—while I'm not deep in the art world, I love to feed my eyeballs with beautiful things and there's no better place than Art Basel to do it.
Ah, the obligatory “I'm in paradise' shot [1]. This was right outside of our hotel and served very well as a toilet for our four-pound poodle, Donna Summer, who traveled with us.
My look for night one, a Julien David dress [2]. I attended the Audemars Piguet dinner to celebrate their inaugural year as the major sponsor for Art Basel. The dinner was set on a floating platform on the water overlooking an abandoned stadium. The highlight of the evening was the bazillionaire man next to me who busted out his iPhone to show me the island he'd just bought that was, as he described, larger than all of Manhattan.
Current beauty playlist [3]: Claudio Riaz Bronzer, Kate Somerville Deep Tissue Repair Moisturizer, Laura Mercier's classic Tinted Moisturizer, Troy Surratt's amazing compact full of goodies, Marc Jacobs Mascara and Liquid Liner, Smashbox shadows, my tried-and-true brushes and Clé de Peau's perfect Concealer.
Also, a shot of Nasty Gal's own Houman at the long-abandoned Miami Marine Stadium [4]. After that, we headed to Chez Andre, where my friend Matt sang karaoke to a live band with Adrian Grenier [5]. Fun night.
Don't get me wrong—normally I snicker at food with foam on it—but this Eggs Benedict with jamón serrano was the best hangover cure I could have asked for—right at our hotel [6].
Other important things: It's too warm for Miami, but my favorite (vintage) jacket of the moment [7]. Aaand.. favorite bag [8].
The highlight of my trip, though, was the tough guy at the SLS restaurant with—get this—toilet paper coming out of his butt [9].
And of course the art! Mark Leckey [10], a hamburger [11], John Baldessari [12], and my very favorite by Martin Creed [13].
In total, it was a great trip, though my frizz-prone mop was no competition for Miami's humidity. My bangs curled like Frito-Lays, and after twelve days of travel I'm beat, broken out, and ready for some Netflix.
Anyway, miss you guys. Au revoir!
xo
Sophia
