T+L’s Senior Editor, Travel & Beauty, Jacqui Gifford, shares what makeup and hair musts transition well from work to evenings out in New York City.
This has been one of the most glorious New York City summers, with non-stop sunshine and practically zero humidity—a huge plus for my hair and make-up routine. I've been experimenting with color (hello, orange and green!) and road-testing a citrusy fragrance that evokes the Amalfi Coast. Here’s what’s been lining my dresser.
Summer in the city can be stifling, with its sticky-hot subway cars and the odor of leftovers slowly broiling behind every restaurant. For those of us who don’t have a Hamptons-home perched on a sandy stretch of beachfront, it can be hard to slip away from the city for the ultimate, sink-your-toes-in-the-sand summer escape.
New hotels are revitalizing Collins Avenue. Here’s where you may be staying on your next trip to South Beach.
The Redbury Hotel South Beach($$) has quickly become a hit thanks to Lorenzo, chef Tony Mantuano’s Italian spot. Drop in for the wood-fired pizzas and Salvia cocktails—a mix of grappa, pear purée, egg whites, and lemon. Close by is the first U.S. property from Singapore-based Como Hotels & Resorts: the Metropolitan by Como, Miami Beach(pictured; $$). Paola Navone designed the 74 rooms, which have a white-and-pale-mint color scheme; in keeping with the brand’s wellness ethos, there’s an intimate spa. The Setai, Miami Beach ($$$$) just debuted Ocean Suites ($$$$$), a hotel-within-a-hotel concept in the residential tower; airport transfers and breakfast are included. On the horizon: 1 Hotel & Homes South Beach($$$$), with a farm-to-table restaurant from Tom Colicchio; Faena Hotel Miami Beach(rates not available at press time), aesthetically fine-tuned by Baz Luhrmann and his wife, costume designer Catherine Martin; and Miami Beach Edition(rates not available at press time), which will have sleek interiors by Yabu Pushelberg, two pools, and an ice-skating rink.
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Music City’s once-gritty 12 South district is on the rise, with 1920’s bungalows reimagined as locavore restaurants and stylish shops. T+L walks the line.
Go full Willy Wonka at Jeni’s Splendid Ice Cream, an Ohio import where the wackadoodle flavors include Riesling-poached pear and goat cheese with red cherries. Worth two scoops: “biscuits & peach jam,” inspired by the classic dish at nearby Loveless Café. 2312 12th Ave. S.
Long before he agreed to take over as host of the Late Show, Stephen Colbert was just another Charleston boy—swimming, fishing, and skateboarding down the quiet streets of what he recalls as a “sleepy Southern town.” Today, the South Carolina city is still one of his favorite vacation spots. Read on for Colbert’s down-home haunts.
Stay: Growing up, Colbert helped his mother run a now-defunct B&B in their house in the South of Broad neighborhood. “Back then, if I booked a guest, I got ten percent. A kid could have a whole weekend of fun on fifteen bucks.” Hotels he remembers from boyhood: theFrancis Marion Hotel($)—with views of the harbor—and 1853’sMills House Wyndham Grand Hotel($).
New Orleans is famous for bar-lined Bourbon Street and the Mardi Gras celebrations along it. But is it a family getaway? Liz Vilardi and Nick Zappia, owners of Cambridge, Massachuetts restaurants Belly wine bar and The Blue Room, decided to find out with their five year old son, Lucian.
Where to find the best food in Boston? The smaller, less-explored neighborhoods, where delicious local haunts are waiting to be uncovered, according to chef Michael Scelfo, whose buzzy new Cambridge restaurant, Alden & Harlow, opened in February. Read on for his perfect day of eating in and around Beantown.
Gary Shteyngart takes on Los Angeles’ restaurants and eats his way through the best food in the city right now.
I’m East Coast through and through, but I’m not ashamed to say it: I love L.A. My first encounter with the mega-megalopolis took place at the advanced age of 30. A college friend of mine had a cousin who rented a place by the beach. Which particular beach, I do not recall, but the path to the sands was lined with giant swaths of bougainvillea, which made me think for just a brief moment that I was in southern France. That notion was dispelled when we reached the beach, which abutted a body of water that was no mere Mediterranean. I had never seen the Pacific Ocean before, had understood its vastness only on childhood maps. Made placid by the better portion of a bottle of California Chardonnay, I walked into the moonlit water, bent down, and slapped the onrushing waves. Somewhere up (or down) the coast, an enormous industrial building, a waste-processing plant, perhaps, smoked its way deep into the night. But I refused to let go of the moment’s magic, because that lump of ugliness amid the grandeur of the Pacific was Southern California too. I continued to walk into the ocean, the water dark blue around my legs, the temperature, as always, perfectly set to sixty-eight degrees, my gaze resolutely drawn toward Asia in the infinite distance. And I thought: Oh, this isn’t so bad.