Wednesday, September 2, 2015


Top: St. John; Skirt: St. John; Shoes: Saint Laurent; Bracelet: Vita Fede

You know that moment when you're on the subway and your train just happens to be passing a parallel running train? And right before that line darts off in a different direction away into the dark down a tunnel separate from yours, you get these flashcard glimpses into a few of the cars. There's someone reading a book. Someone nodding their head in time with whatever's pumping through their headphones. And then, there's someone looking at you. Or it seems like they are. Or maybe they're actually reading the advertisement for same day mattress delivery near the window. 

Either way, these little scenes unfold and just as quickly as they appear, they disappear again. Fleeting faces and stories and names that you'll likely never cross paths with again and for a second, it makes you wonder (or at least, it makes me wonder) what their lives are like. What if I were to trade spots with them? Where would I be darting off to? Who would I be looking forward to seeing that night? What would be bothering me at work? When was the last time I was really happy? Or sad?

Suddenly, the West 4th Street station creeps up on you and you're jolted back to reality. Your reality. And just like that -- those multitudes of other lives leave nothing behind but a trace of "what if?" lingering in your head as you put your earbuds back in and head home. 

I've always been fascinated by this idea of momentarily "trading places" with random people I meet -- it's a little existential exercise that oddly makes me feel connected, even if it's just for a brief moment in time before my stop comes. So naturally, when Compass offered up a few of their amazingly beautiful listings here in New York as shoot locations, I have to say I fell in love with the idea of imagining this "sister" life of mine -- in an alternate universe where I live in a $5.5 million penthouse, throwing dinner parties every night, with Manhattan literally at my feet. 

Because hey, sometimes you just have to put those vibes out into the universe, right? And don your best ball gown skirt for the occasion. 

This post was in collaboration with Compass. As always, all opinions and styling are my own. Thank you for supporting all This Time Tomorrow collaborations! 

Tuesday, September 1, 2015

postcards from cabo {the cape hotel}

I mentioned this last week in my initial Cabo recap here, but it's hard to really go wrong with any resort when your morning itinerary includes: waking up to the sound of the ocean and bottomless margaritas that no one judges you for. But! The Cape Hotel! This is a bold statement, but I truly think it's one of the nicest hotels I've ever stay in. 

And here's my rambling reason why.

It's not necessarily that the resort itself is beautiful. Because it is. Stunning, actually. The architecture sets it apart from every other resort nearby (thanks to lead architect Javier Sanchez), every detail of the decor is unique and chosen thoughtfully (and needs to be in my apartment, ASAP) and there was a copper tub in our hotel room. A copper tub. I'll let that last one sink in for a minute.

It's also not because of the private beach situated right out behind the property. Which, of course, is a fun little treat when you're floating in the infinity pool, watching other hotel guests coach their 10-year olds how to catch waves that would make a grown woman like me cry and paddle ashore.

And it's also not because no matter where you are on the property, you can always see El Arc de Los Cabos in the distance. But, this of course, made for some awesome cotton candy sunset views that I won't soon forget.

So why exactly then? 

The staff. I've never met a more kind, gracious and all around lovely hotel staff and I sensed it the minute I arrived. As I mentioned last week, my initial flight out of JFK was canceled due to engine problems, which meant I had to trek back into Manhattan for the day and fly out the following morning. Needless to say, I was weary and jet lagged when I showed up at The Cape Hotel and in need of a very stiff drink. When we pulled up the driveway to the resort, I was immediately greeted by several members of the hotel, including Ivan, the sweetest bellhop I've ever met and David, one of the staff leads and my personal savior as he ordered said stiff drink for me. 

Everyone knew my name. They all knew my flight situation. And they all kept saying how glad they were that I arrived safely. All of this might to be expected since my friend had already arrived the previous day and had filled them in, but something about it felt very genuine. I didn't feel like I was just checking into another hotel with the obligatory "we're so happy you're staying with us" being thrown out casually. I felt like I was returning somewhere that I had already been before and they were actually just happy to see me. And that's a really nice feeling. 

The rest of our stay was, as you might expect, absolutely beautiful -- and the staff at The Cape Hotel really deserves the credit here for a number of reasons, the top three being: 1. they indulged my attempts at speaking Spanish 2. each morning we had a different floral arrangement on the bed and 3. they made some wonderful recommendations for what to see and do in the area that we might have otherwise missed. (I always love getting a local's perspective.)

Oh and let's not forget. They called me seƱorita the entire time. Done. Deal. 

Huge thank you to The Cape Hotel for hosting us and showing us such a lovely time. I, for one, have a feeling I'll be back very soon.  

This post was in collaboration with The Cape Hotel. As always, all opinions and styling are my own. Thank you for supporting all This Time Tomorrow collaborations! 
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