I don’t consider myself the Palm Beachy type, but there I was. On Worth Avenue, shopping.
All the expected luxury purveyors are there, printing money. Behind them, through archways, there are tiled back alleyways bursting with balconies and hanging flowerpots and ever-more tantalizing shops; I meandered my way up a tiled stairway and into Tomas Maier.
I expected minimal, modern—from what I have read of Mr. Maier. But while it is indeed clean and spare, it is also a store full of delights: Mixed in with the to-die-for bathing suits are arty books and CDs. Then a pile of Turkish towels—which look like Turkish towels but also like some old-school, South of France bathing costume you might’ve found in To Catch a Thief—next to some leather sandals and some cool jewelry. On another shelf sits the ultimate scruffy straw hat with the perfect bohemian fringe.
Off to one side, a long table is punctuated with Cire Trudon candles, each one covered, glamorously, with a bell jar. You pick up the jar, turn it over and smell the scent that’s accumulated inside. You feel like someone in a Beatrix Potter story, overturning a flowerpot in some moss-covered garden, except, no, you are in the Tomas Maier store in Palm Beach, and you have just decided on Roi Soleil. Because it smells like (sort of) a giant fireplace at Versailles and because Louis XIV would have snapped up those Turkish towels in a second. Wouldn’t he?
more on luckymag.com
The first official photos from Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt's wedding are here—Atelier Versace dress included!
It's way easier than it looks.
Thick, feathery lashes are the ultimate in pretty, sexy glamor.
There's no such thing as an actual miracle when it comes to skin care, but this new lotion comes pretty close.