A frenzy of bikini madness brought me to Miami this year, for Mercedes Benz Fashion Week Miami, to be exact. It was my first time ever in a city that I've heard so much about and have built up in my head for such a long time. It was just about everything I've been told it was going to be. Everyone was extremely tan, buff and covered in bright colors that showed as much skin as possible. Collins Avenue was a tourist attraction of ritzy hotels with beach access and endless pool water. Everywhere you turned, a fist pumping soundtrack would be playing on full blast. Every day is a excuse to get more sun and be on vacation. Every night you'd go home with leftover sand in hilarious places. Miami is a party.
The humidity stuck to us like honey, and we found ourselves jumping into the pools more than we found ourselves on land. People watching is quite a distinct hobby here. There's always a character to keep you entertained. Swim Week brought a more fashion-forward crowd to the city, but everyone still mixed in well with the locals.
I think people's states of mind change as soon as they step foot in Miami. It's obviously not home, but definitely the escape they've all been waiting for. A dirty pleasure. A week of bikinis, bronzer, indulgent dinners and too strong cocktails. What people wore to the Swim Week shows was less about getting their picture taken and more about suiting the environment, expressing the vibe, bringing to life the idea of a colorful Miami. In between all the work, it didn't seem like work at all. And that's what made Miami feel so different and so distinct. A funny place I'll never forget.
Bikini and headband by Forever 21