I got pretty heavily distracted by a press trip for the Standard that was so luxurious, it was just silly. The lovely people at Bacardi swept me off to the bright lights and bronzed bods of Miami to visit their archives for a weekend, before a stop in gorgeous Puerto Rico to visit the distillery, learn some serious cocktail-making skillz and attempt to salsa with the locals.
I'll be writing more about the drinks biz side of it for work but it was all related to their new Untameable campaign which you can find out more about here. The main gist of it is that the Bacardi family are totally badass and you do not mess with them. The Boardwalk Empire fan in me was also delighted to hear all about the Prohibition parties down in Havana.
Style-wise, I thought I'd write a little post on what I wore while I was there. I didn't get chance to take proper outfit pics - I was too busy drinking an obscene amount of rum and eating an obscene amount of seafood - but I do have a little Instagram collage to prove I was actually there/make my life look deceptively glamorous.
Packing for a press trip is a bit of a nightmare. You have an itinerary but you don't necessarily know the other people on the trip so it's difficult to judge the vibe for what you might need. It was also March and I was travelling to sunshine so I literally had to crawl under my bed to dig out something that wasn't a woolly jumper.
Below, I've pulled together looks for the flight, daytime and night-time that are either exactly what I took with me, or very close.
My main aim was to not look too shabby, given it was my first time travelling First Class and the only other person I knew going was the Associate Editor for Esquire, who predictably arrived in a Saint Laurent coat "from Hedi". The bastard.
I ended up over-packing (obviously) but, unlike some, I did not take SIX pairs of shoes for three nights. I realised once I got there that a lot of what I brought with me was from Zara - some bought recently and some from years ago. It reminded me that although some of their catwalk rip-offs are outrageous (see the sporty Prada aesthetic that has infiltrated Zara stores of late), their clothes are so often the most interesting on the high street.
Miami style is quite some distance from the way I normally dress. Mainly because I have never been featured in a P Diddy video. Every girl there was a total babe and dressed like she might be dating Sisqo. Every guy was triangular and buff and had tribal tattoos. It was tacky-fantastic and I loved it.
In summary, the Fresh Prince was right, Miami brings the heat.
First Class Flying
Vintage 90s floral dress: £22 New Retro UK
Vintage Monet gold-plated necklace: £95 Susan Caplan