I just landed in Miami a few hours ago (it was so nice to flee the NYC snow) to shoot the Miami side of Liv's G-Star campaign. We're staying at the The Standard in Miami Beach and as soon as the cab dropped me off at the hotel, it's like you are teleported to another world....a world that smells like musky Diptyque candles and cigarettes. What is it about Andre Balazs hotels that make them so freaking fabulous? I mean, it's like he puts a little dash of cool in the drywall or something, because fierce just oozes out of the walls.
Mid-unpacking and in the middle of fittings, this is going on outside of my room. Jealous.
So I am a huge fan of 70's beach chic - I mean, if I could wear caftans everyday (a la Mrs. Roper) I definitely would. So when I realized that this hotel is a glammed out 70's beach motel, I DIED. Combine that with a hamam (I made an appointment on Wednesday), an insane view of the Biscayne Bay from the pool, and my favorite denim company picking up the tab....GENIUS. Also, I appreciate a self proclaimed "adult playground" that doesn't allow anyone under the age of 14. Amen to a kid free zone.
I charged about 15 Vodka lemonades to the room from this exact spot. I love my life.
And Andre? Just a quick question...where are you hiring these people? It's as though he's using the Euro model/yoga instructor version of Craigslist that no one has ever seen before. But I'm not complaining. If I'm paying $15 for a plastic cup of Crystal Light lemonade and Ketel One (in a plastic, pool ready cup) I should hope that a hottie from Croatia is going to trot them over.