Beachwear Game on Fleek

February 25th, 2015

maria tettamanti miami fashion blogger

{Tabula Rasa caftan, Lanvin sandals, J. Crew Panama hat, Fendi cuff}

maria tettamanti miami fashion blogger

maria tettamanti

miami fashion blogger maria tettamanti

miami fashion blogger maria tettamanti

soho beach house miami

If there ever were a daytime outfit which summarized my beach-y sartorial sensibilities it would definitely be this exact look: A blue-and-white crochet tunic, Panama hat and studded sandals. It decidedly says MIAMI without shouting CHEESEBALL or I’M EASY or LOOK AT MY ASS! or BOOBS R US…if you catch my drift. You all know exactly what I’m talking about, right? 

Right-o, kids.

This past week has been a blur of birthday-centric events (Hooray! I’m 38! The big 4-0 is just a stone’s throw away!). Said celebrations took place at my favorite haunts in Miami — Jugo Fresh (for a fresh-pressed  Flaca Manzana juice with a bestie), Maktoto for lunch (die for their crunchy rice tuna), The Palm for dinner (would cut a betch for their hash browns and filet minion smothered in béarnaise sauce), and another dinner the next day at my parent’s house (mama made me my fave — roasted leg of lamb with potatoes). Um, FOOD COMA. Like, bring on the jeans with 98% elasticity, por favor.

In a concerted effort to forgo gaining 6 pounds during said birthday shenanigans, I took up several Barry’s Bootcamp classes this week like a psychotic psycho because that’s what freshly minted 38-year-old psychotic psychos do with their lives.

So helloooooo, 38! Please be good to me.

 

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Ski… or Die Trying

February 21st, 2015

Vail, Colorado

{The family and I on our annual trip to Vail, Colorado. Me in a Pucci ski jacket and North Face pants}

Pucci ski boota

{Me in a Prada coat, Lululemon leggings and Pucci àpres ski boots}

Vail

{My little brother, Yioryos, comes along every year}

vail, colorado

{And away we goooooooo}

Vail, Colorado

{My father in law, Sebastian, Yioryos and I (wearing a Ralph Lauren ski jacket)}

chinchilla fur

{Shortly after this exact photo was tweeted, PETA tweeted my ass — um, embarrassing}

Sorry for slacking on the blog, kids, but this chick was busy learning how to ski the blue runs of Vail, Colorado. And eating goulash. And drinking copious amounts of Cakebread wine. And fitting in some solid hot tub time.

I’m pleased to say — drumroll, please — I’m now skiing like a boss (okay, not really — I tend to exaggerate like Brian Williams) and — man! — it feels good to accomplish this cylcopean feat.

You see, for the past four years, my family takes a week-long trip to heavenly Vail. I really look forward to this particular vacation because it’s my husband’s most treasured one. Same goes for the kids. So when they’re happy, I’m happy, you know? It’s infectious. They just love to zip around the mountain like little Lindsey Vonns as I spend hours — hours! — in private ski lessons because I was born with two left feet. And the attention span of a flea. And an affinity for hourly Baileys-spiked hot cocoa breaks. These misfortunes/habits equate to my being a “slow learner.” Or at least that’s what my seventh grade math teacher told me when I couldn’t quite grasp the ridiculous concept of equivalent ratios. WHO CARES ABOUT RATIOS? Exactly my point.

Anyhoo, this past trip was HUGE  because I’m finally skiing on my own. As in — no more instructors! As in — bring on the fancy ski gear! As in — meet moi on the mountaintop for an après ski white Russian. Or three.

Truth be told, the sensation of skiing is absolutely thrilling for me. Momentum, speed and adrenaline aside — it’s the notion I have to remain 100 percent in the present which makes it such an exhilarating experience. All I can hear is the crunching of snow as my skis sift through the pillows of powder. All I can physically feel is the burn in quads. Mentally — I’m so in the now — it’s as though my mind is quiet. It’s total freedom. At times, I’ll find myself screaming “Weeeeee!” like a child. Often, I’ll catch myself laughing for no reason whatsoever. Once, I teared up from sheer delight. So emotional. And no, it wasn’t that time of the month if you know what I mean. Self help was there…right on the slopes!

I suppose what I’m trying to say is that when we conquer quests we never deemed possible, well, the results are awe inspiring. And no, it doesn’t take a trip to faraway snow-capped mountains to learn and grow and be present. So take up that hobby you’ve always dreamed about but have pushed to the back of your mind (Paddle boarding? Yoga? Fishing? Cross stitching? Cooking? Painting?). Once you nail it, you’ll connect with yourself in unfathomable ways.

And possibly squeal in sheer delight like I did over this past week.  

 

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Mellow Yellow

February 10th, 2015

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{Dress by Zimmermann, Clutch by Proenza Schouler (old), Cuff by Fendi}

zimmermann dress

zimmermann dress

miami fashion blogger maria tettamanti

Current mood: Harmonious.

So seeing as I’ve been feeling particularly unruffled and productive as of late, this mellow yellow Zimmermann frock feels totally on point. Of course, there’s only so long this Pisces can cling on to melodic balance until the next inescapable meltdown (hey, I’m a realist). This being said, I can only surmise my ensuing nervous breakdown (I average one a month at this point — hooray for personal growth!) will be related to one of the following misfortunes:

1) Suffering a full-fledge panic attack while tumbling down the side of one of Vail’s steep mountains while visions of my untimely death prance in my head. Note to self: Dress cute. You want to look adorbs  when the Ski Patrol is all in yo face.

2) Packing for 4 for frigid Antartica-esque temperatures and conditions. Do you realize how many wool socks, jackets, underwear, hats, mittens, medication, boots, furs and Hot Chilis this equates to? Exactly. It takes a MENSA genius to pack accordingly. Trust.

3) Wrapping up all my freelance writing assignments before we dip. Nightmare-ical. 

4) Potty training our new puppy. That little nugget poops more than a breast-fed newborn. The seemingly endless amount of shit that plops out of that two-pound creature blows my mind. In a bad way.

Until then, I’m squeezing tight onto this delicious sense of Zen. 

And praying our puppy quits pissing on my favorite rug. 

 

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And Now for a Post Where We Channel A Modern-Day Pilgrim

February 8th, 2015

Maria Tettamanti

{Leather dress by Vince, Shirt by Theory, Jewel-heel loafers by Miu Miu, Sunnies by Ray-Ban, Boy Bag by Chanel, Monogram necklace c/o Jane Basch}

Tablescape

{Love this orchid-laden table scape}

monogram necklace

Maria Tettamanti, Erin Newberg, Ginger Harris, & Kim Caceres

{Moi, Erin Newberg, Ginger Harris & Kim Caceres}

Last week, Miami hosted a spate of events (Wine, Women & Shoes and Veuve Clicqout carnival) and pictured here is the lovely and intimate Vacheron Constantin luncheon at the PAMM. There, we celebrated the luxe Swiss watchmaker’s freshly minted fifth store in the U.S. — now located in the de rigueur Design District.

As for my look du jour, I wore a leather shift dress paired with a crisp white blouse and patent leather loafers. Yes, the whole getup was rather Pilgrim-esque (just call me Maria from the Mayflower), but I love a classic and clean black-and-white look.

As for those bling-heeled shoes, my mama (God bless her fine sartorial sensibilities. And extraordinary cooking skills. And free babysitting services.) bought them for me on her recent trip to London. They’re such a fun twist on a classic, right? Thanks, mama. Keep the Miu Miu swag coming. I kid! Okay, not really. 

After all the week’s shenanigans (I’m quite certain I guzzled enough champagne to kill a mini horse. Or sixteen.)… I’M SPENT. Like, dead-zo. Like Walking Dead zombie-esque. Which reminds me…it premieres tonight and I’m so looking forward to curling up on the couch with the husband to tune in. Tack on the fact Better Call Saul premieres tonight and it suddenly feels like Christmas up in here!

 

 

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Snowpocalypse Whutttttt

February 4th, 2015

Golondrina

{Tunic c/o Golondrina, Sunnies by Illesteva, Bag c/o Henri Bendel, Sandals c/o Sand by Saya, Panama Hat by J. Crew}

Sand By Saya

Thom Browne

{Robocop, er, my little brother in Thom Browne sunnies} 

Risotto Balls

{Risotto balls…nom nom nom}

Miami Beach

Golondrina

Snow. More snow. Droves of snow. Yes, that’s the weather forecast for most of you residing in places other than my hometown of sunny Miami. I’m secretly peanut butter and jealous of you all in colder climates because I love me a valid reason to bust out my water-proof Sorel boots, furs and cashmere. Trust me — I live for the occasional brush with snow, but, last Friday the beach conditions in Miami Beach were beyond. The ocean was flat. Not a jellyfish in sight. Cute boys were prancing around (eye candy is always welcome in my book). And it was cool enough to stave off sweating under the sun. For us Pisces types, this is our happy place

I wore a cotton tunic by Miami-based designer, Golondrina, paired with my go-to Illesteva “Leonard” style sunnies, bejeweled Sand by Saya flip flops and J. Crew panama hat. I love that hat — I always take it on my travels and it always brings a dose of chic to any look.

Back to the cold, though. I’m hitting the slopes of Vail, Colorado soon and freaking out! I’m finally skiing on my own (eff off, bunny slopes!) and the sensation is downright thrilling and exhilarating. And magical. And let me tell you — a hot toddy atop a snow-capped mountain is right up there with rosé on the beach.

Can’t hardly wait.

 

 

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