lap of luxury

While most New Year’s resolutions revolve around self-restraint (exercise more, eat less sugar, limit social media, resist impulse buys, etc), I’m ringing in 2025 by embracing life’s richest luxuries: time, health, a quiet mind, slow mornings, rest without guilt, meaningful conversations, “boring” days, the ability to travel, people I love and people who love me back. I recently indulged my wanderlust with a trip to Zihuatanejo, Mexico, and treated myself to countless dips in the ocean, copious amounts of guacamole, 90-minute beach walks, daily siestas and the thrill of exploring uncharted corners. I covered lots of ground, from the surf-pounding beaches of Troncones to the bustling cliffs overlooking Zihuatanejo Bay to the remote coconut-tree jungles of Playa Blanca. I was well prepared for my adventures with a single carry-on packed with a few well-spent luxuries, including my new lace Maison Mayle jacket, PatBo embroidered bikini and Thatch heart pendant, all above.

A twenty-five minute walk from my hotel Lo Sereno in Troncones landed me at El Chiringuito de Fran, a new seaside restaurant with full-on Euro beach club vibes. The Spanish cuisine (the Tortilla Espanola!) was as divine as the sublime setting. My dress, above and below, is on sale here.

Lo Sereno’s chaise essentials included the Clare V “Sandy” tote bag, magazines, and a can’t-put-down book. A chic silk “Boy Shirt: by La Double J, below, fit the bill, too (I sized up with a large).

Next up was La Casa Que Canta—aptly named the house that sings—and it truly lived up to its name. The enchanting thatched-roof hotel, nestled on cascading terracotta terraces that trickle down into Zihuatanejo Bay, was recommended to me by my friend and Mother Denim founder Lela Becker. The sweeping wraparound views held me spellbound from sunrise to sunset, while the steep, winding stairs connecting my room to the saltwater pool doubled as a scenic calorie-burner, affording lots of photo opps along the way.

Aspiring to blend into the majestic scenery with a billowy Merlette blouse, an old Topshop mini, a Chan Luu tasseled wrap skirt, and lace Doen top.

My final destination was MUSE (Modern Utopian Society of Adventurers), a lush, secluded haven, accessed by an unmarked dirt road and a fleet ATV’s that ferry you to the open-air beachside entrance. I arrived just as a 150-person destination wedding was wrapping up, exuding serious White Lotus-meets-Soho House vibes. Despite the odd-one-out atmosphere, I still managed to forge a few new friendships and discover private, tranquil corners in the stylishly designed retreat.

Even though I wasn’t invited to the wedding, I still showed up like a well-dressed guest in my strapless Kiki Vargas, above, and Maison Mayle floral slip, below!

Here’s to lots more real luxuries for us all in 2025!