Fashion Baggage: Not My Best

This is gonna be good

I ran to Miami for a quick weekend to help scope out a few things for a client of mine. I've been to southern Florida before so I was eagerly looking forward to tons of sun and several sangrias. Even before I boarded the plane, this three day jaunt already had disaster written all over it. The plane had mechanical issues that delayed my departure for two hours, plus there was a terminal change. Despite the grumbling people on the aircraft, I tried to remain positive as I arrived in Miami at 12:30 AM. The clash of thunder greeted me. The taxi driver spoke very little English and didn't bother to roll up his windows which left me in a wet-soaked state. I checked in at the Eden Roc Miami hotel at 1:00 a.m., wiped off my face, and headed to the bar. The next two days seemed to mirror each other dashing from store to store trying not to get soaked, long lunches at places like La Goulue located on property at the shops at Bal Harbour, and even long dinners were in order just to stay indoors from the downpours. One of my favorite dinners was at BLT at the Betsy Hotel in South Beach. I wore Prada, Courreges, and Comme des Garcons most of the trip and shopped mainly at Pucci, Giuseppe Zanotti, and a high-end boutique called Oxygen where two sparkly things grabbed my attention but not quite as much as a bona-fied call girl with a full head of feather extensions - Wow! All in all, this trip was a huge bust and a major wash out.