It’s noon on the dot — although there’s no watch weighing down my wrist, I know this because the town’s belle tower is emitting a vibration that fills the air, and shakes the streets. It’s the sound that signifies so many things. Time for repose, time for a warm tarte, time for the farmer’s market to pack up and return to their own family’s table. I’m reminded that it seems the only thing I ever do in this country is eat, sleep, repeat. It’s appropriate to have a glass of rosé at this hour, and so my siesta is heavy and often lasts well into the late afternoon. I hardly feel guilty, I’m on vacation, and plus the streets are practically barren during these hours anyways. Back home I don’t prepare meals other than the random dinner. I throw things on a cutting board, wolf them down, get back to my keyboard. Here there are days when we prepare extensive salads of fresh produce, burrata, thick with balsamic. Others we purchase fresh ravioli from the Italian’s at the market. When boiled they become much larger than we ever could have anticipated but we gorge ourselves silly on them. And then there’s bread, there’s always the warm bread from the baker just down the street. We plan to get there early so we can snatch up the best baguettes before the working crowd. I’ve stayed so many days in this town that I begin to recognize faces. Not just the vibrant blonde girl that serves our morning cappuccinos, but during these mid-day hours as people flood from their offices on to the cobble stones. It almost makes me think I live here. There’s more than a handful of reasons why I come back here every summer. One being for now it’s easier than the paperwork for a work visa. But truly it’s because there’s a lifestyle here that reminds one what the core of joy itself is in such a tumultuous time: our loved ones, delicious dishes, and moments of meditation on beauty.
AZ: When I look in the mirror I see strength, I see grace and I see growth. I am always changing, and allowing for that growth is acceptance. I meet myself with an open heart.
V: If you could send one message to young women everywhere what would it be?
photo credits, from top to bottom: Nikki Ormerod, Antrom Kury, Gillian Walsworth.
It’s his mastery of hues that attracts us first, noses risking to threaten the allowed museum proximity from the masterpiece — Matisse has been on our minds a lot lately. The woman, and the still-life are naturally the most magnetic of his subjects. In portraiture that captures both so festively, we look back on his works and find our inspiration for summer’s wardrobe.
First comes the crisp white blouse, interrupted with a few open buttons, or by a purposeful tie at the waist. This isn’t the place for the mundane. Then there is the sleeve — a season that has been dedicated to re-writing the volume of such an appendage. Third, is the most unassuming of gold jewelry, placed just right to attract the viewer just an inch closer. Lastly, a nail polish (featured is Cuba Libre by Odeme) inspired directly by Henri Matisse’s painting The Dessert: Harmony in Red.
With senses strongly inspired by light, it’s that of summer that sustains our flow of pretty vignettes. This scene conjures visions of Manet’s Déjeuner Sur L’herbe, only from a supine POV. The woman nude in nothing but jewels, and a spread of fresh fares from the Parisian farmer’s market laid out before her. Good conversation abound.
We celebrate the simplicity of summer with the Vérité Jewelry Collection. It’s long languid days, skimpy outfits that accommodate the heat, and a satiating picnic in good company. Our gold jewels pair perfectly with your favorite off the shoulder summer frock, and succulent citrus — each piece only $40, ensuring that you can collect as many as you like!
There’s no secret formula of success for why Tulum has become the must-hit destination for the chicest travelers the world over — the allure is simply this: Tulum has mastered the art of slow living and good design. Cue flocks of Gypsetters. The Wanderess checks in at Casa Gaia to learn the ways of this world.
As one walks the main drag of (a dirt path shadowed in by overgrown palms) on their way to dinner it’s as if you’ve stepped into a guerrilla style fashion show at resort week. Tassels, and billowing sleeves meet lightweight fabrics that mirror the beauty of the landscape under the pink hue of the setting sun. One must be dressed appropriately, as the dining selection is just as curated. Fairy-lands of twinkling lights, and randomized tables nest deep into the Yucatan forest. While the outside world is more than happy to come in, it has yet to feel like it has overly impacted Tulum — instead you sense that you are joining in on a movement of lifestyle and design that is on the verge of exploding.
Each hotel has been crafted so carefully that its little slice of beach front becomes exotic Mayan folklore come to life. All different takes on the same terrain. That’s what brings us to the unassuming little blue gate of Casa Gaia — one in a collection of beach front homes that make up Mahayana Tulum. Its purpose being to reconnect you to the flow of the ocean. Sitting just at the edge of the white sand playa as if watching over the azure-hued ocean, this location empowers you to connect with the tides instead of the time. Everywhere you look here a hammock hangs in your peripherals, like visual reminders to take the day with ease.
The space itself is the perfect depiction of the organic aesthetic that’s been pouring out of Tulum in the last few years — it’s found an enchanting balance between eclectic and calmingly minimal, leaving the most busying view to be that of the pristine beach just beyond the balcony. In a space as such one’s imagination can run wild along the curving white walls, while the world beyond the Yucatan seems to wash away with one quick outdoor shower.
This is how the locals of Tulum have built up their slice of heaven — without over-affecting the natural elements, but working with them. One is surrounded by everything needed to indulge in this concept of slow living — morning yoga just next door at Sanara, neighboring eateries of nothing but clean, fresh dishes from land and sea, and of course spotty wifi connection as soon as you leave Mahayana. This is what it’s all about, meandering through your day with the intention to detach, and re-focus.