This past December I had the privilege of attending Art Basel & Design/Miami in Miami Beach, FL. Art Basel is the largest contemporary art show in the world and is held in Miami, Switzerland, and Hong Kong. Design/Miami is the global forum for design showcasing the newest amazing-ness in home decor, and is conveniently held just across the block from Basel. Needless to say, I was in art-snob heaven.
There were well-styled women galore (so much outfit inspo, I can’t…), throngs of gorgeous European men, and row after row of incredible art. All of Miami Beach comes alive for Basel, and everywhere you turn you can find fabulous Indie art shows, such as Aqua. Totally worth it. I met a ton of cool artists & creative types from all over the globe, and ran into a few old friends from my co-op days in Austin! The scene was fan-freaking-tastic.
In reality, it wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows–and it was my own damn fault. Everything I packed was eight shades of WRONG.
I was staying about twelve blocks from the Convention Center in Miami Beach, and after tossing my keys to valet upon arrival, hadn’t cared to get back behind the wheel. Miami Beach is a bit obnoxious to drive/park in on a normal weekend, and I had looked forward to seeing the area on foot. When I arrived, my hotel room wasn’t ready yet, so I gave my luggage to the concierge, and took off to the Convention Center to kill a few hours. Stupid. In hindsight, I must have blacked out when I considered my destination. My skinny jeans, black tee and hip ankle booties (sans socks) may have been perfect for travel & climate control, but mere minutes after I started logging blocks in the humid Miami heat, my feet were ruined.
The booties were relatively new, so this was NOT a smart way to break them in. After limping around the venue for a few hours, I struggled back to my hotel to rinse off & re-attire. By then, the damage was done. The blisters on my heels were the size of nickels, and nearly all the shoes I brought were now unwearable. I had brought one pair of leather slingback wedges that I was able to tolerate, which I ended up in the rest of the weekend. The damage was done.
I didn’t do too much better with the rest of my wardrobe. Nothing I brought felt right. Have you ever been there? You pack with all these fabulous intentions for your outfits & adventures, but get there and nothing suits your destination! My skinny jeans, slouchy tees, knee-length pencil skirts & random maxi-dresses all felt too hipster & matronly for the sexy Latin flair of Miami. I needed body-con , short stylish sundresses and sex-appeal for goodness sake! On my second trip back to the convention center, I was walking behind this gorgeous french girl with bleach-fried hair wearing a cute low-back jumper and chic flats, I quickly realized the error of my packing ways.
Learn from my mistakes, and know your venue before you go! I had packed for a chic, NYC art show, not for the sexy heat of Miami Beach. Don’t waste your time packing mini-skirts for Egypt, or maxi-dresses for Miami–because you will be left wishing you had brought something more appropriate. The odds are, you wont want to wear a buttoned-up blazer when you are surrounded by skin, so take the time to plan for the culture of your destination, and save yourself the headache.
I will be back for 2014. This time, with a properly packed suitcase! I hope to see you there.