Last week, while bogged down with stress and the city, I kept wondering why I didn't choose to live somewhere like Miami: hot hot heat, fresh sandy beaches, and a glamorous sunny lifestyle. I mean New York is glamorous. And it's coastal. But there's a reason everyone flees for the Hamptons every summer and I think that reason is that it's damn hard to feel bronzed and beautiful in Manhattan's own special steel and concrete heat. As summer hots up, I find myself longing for the glamor of a city that's designed for heat. Poolside, seaside, loungy, breezy, sailing, tanning, tropical drinking summer....Photos via Fashionising.
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