…miami nice

Towards the end of last week, husband-face and I enjoyed some ridiculously restoring, fruity-potable-laden beach/spa/glutton timez in Miami Beach, Florida. To our colossal astonishment, we fell in [conditional] love with it! Much of this probably has to do with the fact that there were zero events/slash/festivals going on, we lucked out with perfect perfection weather-wise, and we stayed at the most relaxing of accommodations, The Standard Spa. Miami’s rendition of The Standard now ranks highly on the list of favorite places that we’ve reposed, inasmuch as it felt like some bizarre, intimate island commune where everyone strolls about in their swimwear and bathrobes, with the requisite ‘friendship bracelets’ as admission to the pool area and Hammam baths (I’m still wearing mine a week later! hugs!). Also, pina coladas that taste healthy–in a good way! GO THERE, I command you…when in Miami.

Thus begins the picspam (cue escapist Moby track):

Ugh, right??

The beginning of a brilliant weekend

Obligatory foot-in-milieu photo, aka “the life”

I’m taking a {{mental vacation}} looking at these right now

Free People slip dress (x2), Topshop sandals (in fluro yellow)


Getting rrrrrrripped…or something.
Forever21 shorts, Acne Strain sandals

Just one of the many colorful lifeguard stations that line the beach

Deco lovers paradise

(Gah, this is torture, I’m torturing myself)

Aritzia lace dress, tuleste market clog wedge sandals, Mat & Nat crossbody bag

Obligatory bathroom photo. Free People tee and scalloped shorts, gifted vintage necklace from B

We both made this face upon departure from The Standard

Squa?? Old-ish All Saints dress, Nine West sandals, makeshift flower crown from many tiny little Forever21 flower pins.

Norma Kamali cat-eye sunglasses, faux attitude

James Perse white jeans (srsly), American Apparel polo, Dear Creatures chambray blazer, Soludos espadrilles

The garden at Casa Tua, where the ‘skeeters ate me alive


 My Lana Del Rey impression, complete with cheap beer (will never be good as this one, though)

((Moby  – Porcelain))