Saturday's got a burlesque night at the Museum of Sex and I've already gone through three looks with no winner. At this point I'm thinking less is more. You wouldn't argue with that, would you?
Saturday's got a burlesque night at the Museum of Sex and I've already gone through three looks with no winner. At this point I'm thinking less is more. You wouldn't argue with that, would you?
Still dripping and I can't decide if I'm going out or staying in tonight. You want to help me make up my mind?
This cabaret at the Faena is living up to its name and I haven't even made it to intermission. The way this dress keeps slipping every time I shift in my seat is not helping. You'd be staring at me instead of the stage too, wouldn't you?
Just closed a deal on a call and I'm still riding that high — the second that screen went dark I decided to celebrate my way. Bet you wish you were on the other end of that camera now.
Booked a speedboat tour for this morning and the whole dock is mine — Miami from the water hits completely different. This breeze is not playing fair with what I've got on. You'd trade your desk for this seat in a second, wouldn't you?
Sunday morning at the Vizcaya farmers market and my gardening heart is fully awake — fresh basil, heirloom tomatoes, and a bouquet I absolutely did not need. This sundress was a practical choice until the sun came through it like that. You'd be following me through these stalls all morning, wouldn't you?
Saturday night and I decided my own kitchen beats any club in this city. Got the music going, a drink in my hand, and barely anything on. You'd skip the line too if you knew what was waiting here.
Calle Ocho is alive tonight — music pouring out of every doorway, the whole street smelling like lechón, and I'm not standing still for anyone. Think you could keep up?
Someone convinced me salsa was the move tonight and now I'm standing in front of this mirror trying to pick between two dresses. The shorter one's winning but I want a second opinion.
Just wrapped a shoot and I'm scrolling through the footage in my hoodie and nothing else. You'd rather be behind this camera than in front of your screen right now, wouldn't you?