Heirloom Approved

I realized halfway through a late afternoon in Saint-Tropez last summer that the most stylish women near the water were rarely the most overdone. Nothing felt forced. No overly trend-driven pieces competing for attention, no obvious attempt to look “vacation ready.” Instead, everything looked effortless in the way truly great resort style often does—structured one-pieces in deep espresso and ivory tones, oversized linen shirts left partially unbuttoned after swimming, gold je

By the second morning at Castle Hot Springs, I stopped checking my phone entirely. Not intentionally at first. The habit simply disappeared somewhere between early coffee overlooking the desert and an afternoon spent moving between the hot springs and spa treatments while the mountains sat quietly in the distance. Time felt slower here—not in a performative wellness way, but in a way that felt almost environmental, as though the property itself had decided urgency no longer b

I learned very quickly that travel shows up on skin before it shows up anywhere else. A few long-haul flights, late dinners, inconsistent sleep, too much sun, dry cabin air—and suddenly even the best hotel lighting can’t disguise exhaustion quite the same way. Over time, though, I’ve realized the solution is rarely carrying more products. If anything, traveling frequently has made my beauty routine significantly more edited. The products worth packing are the ones that work c

There was a time when nearly every meaningful evening in Miami Beach seemed to pass through the Delano. Fashion editors lingered beneath towering white curtains after midnight. Models drifted through the lobby barefoot from the pool. Art Basel dinners stretched into sunrise conversations. The air smelled faintly of gardenias, saltwater, and expensive sunscreen. Even those who never stayed at the hotel understood its gravity. The Delano was not simply a place to sleep—it was w