I’m pretty sure my body has only now – two weeks later – returned to its pre-Vegas, un-smoked state.
But I am still basking in the delight of meeting so many talented and truly amazing designers.
Oh how we partied with the designers at Muse! Jacked up on strong (free) lattes, we loved playing with Mallary Marks and her incredible collection of intricately hand-fabricated jewels. Her warmth and joyous personality are inherent in every one of her collections.
MEOW! How we loved Xiao of Xiao Wang! She couldn’t have been more adorable or energetic showing us her endless lines of necklaces, rings, earrings and bracelets. “I’m obsessed!” she proclaimed as she pulled out box after box of her inspired creations.
Then, when we shot the photo on the right of the model / jewelry-designer / actress, she said, “OH! That’s SOOOO cute!” She’s totally right! We (heart) her!
Modern nail art was a strong theme of many designers. I loved how it reflected the style of their jewelry. Alison Lou (left) sported cherry red tips to match the bold, vibrant and graphic look of her emoji jewelry.
Monique Péan‘s nails (right) resembled the ancient, geological texture of her reclaimed fossilized jewelry and went perfectly with her fingers full of stunning, recycled gold, conflict-free diamond rings.
Annnnnnd, then the evening of the second day began. I’m pretty sure it began with some strong cocktails at the Shamballa villa where we partied with Vivica Fox (who, we found out looooooves a selfie!), the super sexy Manon von Gerkan (left) and Free People model, Alina Baikova (right) – both pictured with model / actor / celebrity chef / jewish shop owner Paul Schneider.
We had so much fun laughing our way up the strip I may or may not have peed myself. David almost gave up mid-walk and nearly joined the vagrants passed out at various points along the way. Luckily his fight-or-flight instinct kicked in with a fierce each-man-for-himself attitude and together, we battled our way upstream against a mighty current of midnight sight-seers and made our way back to the hotel without incident.
However, after ditching my ridiculously high heels early on in the journey, I looked down only to realize I had received the Vegas Strip Foot Spa. A strong, exfoliating treatment consisting of heated surfaces, mysterious liquids, rough uneven pavement and, evidently, a black, pore-refining foot mask. Ew.
Next year, I’m opting for the in-room facial.