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Mykonos is ridiculous — in the best possible way. Everything is a little over the top, a little too curated, a lot too obvious. You’ll roll your eyes at the €35 cocktails, swear you’re skipping Scorpi...

There’s a version of you that only exists in Portugal — she wears linen effortlessly, casually name-drops “natural wine” like it’s a personality trait and thinks nothing of ordering oysters at 2 p.m. ...

While all of you were dropping thousands at Surf Lodge this weekend, I was bronzing in my new SAME Los Angeles bikini and sipping endless rum punch at arguably the nicest hotel I’ve ever stepped foot ...

Aspen in the summer means champagne at Hotel Jerome, cacio e pepe at Casa Tua and calfskin hats from Kemo Sabe. It’s the season when the mountains hum, the scene leans low-key luxe and getting dressed...

If Lake Como isn’t already on your mood board, are you even fucking fluent? Como isn’t just a destination — it’s an aesthetic. Think Hermès silk scarves floating in a boat breeze, frozen Campari slush...

When you think of Ibiza, it’s usually all bad techno, overpriced cocktails and tourist traps behind velvet ropes. If partying with influencer wannabes at Nikki Beach or staying out till 8 a.m. with a ...

You’ve booked Saint-Tropez in August — bold choice, considering it’s the Super Bowl of €30 rosé, Hermès Oran sandals and people who say “just summering” with a straight face. Is Cheval Blanc worth the...

Welcome to your South of France era — Loewe basket bags, Hunza G bikinis and blurry disposable camera pictures outside Sénéquier in Saint-Tropez. Bonus points if your suitcase is filled with overprice...

Welcome to your Amalfi Coast wardrobe guide, curated for the girl who swears her round-trip flight was “shockingly cheap” (it wasn’t), is spiritually aligned with matching sets and insists she’s stayi...