Swim Week. If you like pools, cocktails, bathing suits or some combination of the three, this is your Super Bowl. Below, the best sandals-suggested parties of the bunch. Remember, monokini responsibly.
If you’re curious where the fashion types will converge on Friday (besides the Whopper Bar), the answer is the invite-only Vogue/Clarins soiree at the Webster. Yes, it’s a private affair. No, that shouldn’t stop you. We’ve got tickets for one reader and a guest. They’re up for grabs. We still like your odds.
The place: Bamboo. The music: DJ-spun. The runway: a hydraulic stage with 3D projection mapping on LED screens. It’s a scene so charged, you almost wouldn’t notice if they threw some Dolphins cheerleaders into the modeling mix. Okay, yes—yes, you would.
The sun is sinking over South Beach. Quick, find a rooftop. Or a beach. Or both. Our suggestion: the celebrity catwalk show at Highbar. There’ll be tiny bathing suits and bottomless cocktails. Also, it’s all for charity. So drink up—it’s your civic duty.
And because you’re going to need something (not much, but something) to wear for Swim Week/the rest of summer, head over to Collins on Sunday for a sample sale of trunks, sunglasses and lingerie. Rule of thumb: if it’s crotchless, keep it off the beach. Unless you’re in Europe.
This year, Swim Week ends with steak. And models. And gratis vodka. STK, around 10pm—swing by for the L*Space event. Eat some rib eye. Drink some red wine. Make a bunch of small talk about the benefits of bathing-suit mesh netting. Now that’s a closing ceremony.
