“PICK OF THE WEEK” Spring trend: CLUTCH

This one is my personal “PICK OF THE WEEK”  by Alexander McQueen.

Embroidered Satin Clutch

 

The house of Alexander McQueen doesn’t do demure, and neither do I, and that is why I love it.

 

With impeccable craftsmanship and unbridled creativity, Sarah Burton brings you an opulently embroidered clutch to make your look—and you—unforgettable. Your favorite Alexander McQueen box clutch still features the house’s signature skull, but this time, there’s a twist: it’s set between a coiled serpent’s fangs.

• Flesh (off-white) satin with golden beaded floral embroidery.
• Signature Alexander McQueen brass-knuckle clasp with crystal-embellished skull, serpent, and enamel fangs.

Just a bit on Designer in case if you dont know…

Alexander McQueen:
Founded by the late English designer Lee Alexander McQueen in 1992, this fashion house quickly gained a reputation for opulent (and sometimes outrageous) bespoke creations. Today the line is under the creative direction of Sarah Burton, who continues the house’s tradition of turning out impeccably tailored, beautiful clothes. She created the gown worn by Catherine Middleton as she wed Prince William, becoming the Duchess of Cambridge.

Princess Malinka and I at her home – private Zoo in Miami. I promise to visit soon!

Candy wrapper

I feel sorry for candy wrappers, they are so empty! They are so disregarded and forgotten.   No one ever talks about candy wrappers even when they are filled with candy.  If they are filled with candy, we call it “BonBon”, or a “chocolate bar”, we call it “tootsie roll” or “MaryJane” or “Reese’s cup”.  If it is not filled with candy, we call it trash and throw it away.  And the wrapper is content to go unnoticed.  It knows its place in the universe:  to serve simply as a sign pointing to the main event.  It is content to be  forgotten in the rush for instant gratification, because in its emptiness, it has found its own truth. It becomes what it truly is, simply a wrapper.  Unable to be recycled, it cannot go on. 

I feel sorry for candy wrappers, they are so empty! They are so disregarded and forgotten.   No one ever talks about candy wrappers even when they are filled with candy.  If they are filled with candy, we call it “BonBon”, or a “chocolate bar”, we call it “tootsie roll” or “MaryJane” or “Reese’s cup”.  If it is not filled with candy, we call it trash and throw it away.  And the wrapper is content to go unnoticed.  It knows its place in the universe:  to serve simply as a sign pointing to the main event.  It is content to be  forgotten in the rush for instant gratification, because in its emptiness, it has found its own truth. It becomes what it truly is, simply a wrapper.  Unable to be recycled, it cannot go on. 

Radio, gardener, bank.

I was given a chellenge:  connecting three random words in one paragraph story. Here it is: 

What the police didn’t know was that an accomplice, dressed as a gardener, was using a hand-held radio to inform the robbers inside of the situation on the street. He was trimming away at those bushes like a pro and not a single person, including policeman nearby, suspected him to be the part of the crew. “How could that be?” wailed the commentator on local TV later on, “the robbers got away with 5 Million dollars through the back door and no one saw them”.

NEW KID ON THE BLOCK: ARKADIA

MALINKA APPROVED

Over the weekend, Miami’s nightlife world was rocked by a flashy newcomer: Arkadia at the Fontainebleau. The new lounge inhabits the old Blade space and is a more intimate alternative to the mega-ness of the hotel’s LIV nightclub. We braved a pair of private parties to bring you this data-rich report… Vegas-style showgirls greeting you after the velvet ropes: 2 Pools flanking the club in a VIP cabana area: 1 Teal-colored pool tables: 1 Ratio of hot gals to equally hot guys : 6:1 Stars from the cinematic masterpiece Sirens: 1 (Elle Macpherson) Stars from Death to Smoochy: 1 (Ed Norton) Yankees: 1 (some guy named Rodriguez) NBA MVPs: 1 (LeBron James, literally taking his talents to Miami Beach) Times you should point this out to LeBron if you see him: 0 Tables where you can order bottle service: 25 Tables where you can’t order bottle service: 0 Bars with midriff-baring female bartenders: 2 Maximum seconds you should stare at said midriffs: 3 DJs who played in the NBA: 1 (Rony Seikaly) Wimbledon champs: 1 (Serena Williams) Nights a week that world-famous DJ Erick Morillo will be holding court: 1 (Thursdays) So ladies, feel free to squeeze in your favorite HevreLeger dress as the official grand opening is tomorrow night!  Enjoy, it is “MALINKA APPROVED” … at least untill Christmas

ITS GETTING HOT IN HERE…

It may not be today. It may not be tomorrow. But it will be. After all you live in Miami – Latin capital of the world!

Yes, soon enough you will find yourself in a place where the caipirinhas flow like water and the rhythm of conga drums calls to you from deep in the night. A Latin princess will emerge from a steamy dance floor and lean into your ear. Then she will say it: “Come… we dance.”

And when that time comes, you will be ready…

Because every Wednesday, Friday and Sunday night at 8pm SALSA MIA on Lincoln road (above Yuca restaurant) is your new secret weapon for achieving dance floor supremacy (whether you knew you needed to or not).

Now, we know what you’re thinking. And yes, it’s dancing, but stick with me on this one. You’ll start by picking a class or a package of five (6^th class is free). That was the risk; now here comes the reward.   

Because you will soon find yourself rotating through a series of co-ed (and unattached) dance partners as you burn up the floor in a harrowing display of Mambo Kings wizardry (or at least learning the basics while trying not to step on too many stilettos).

And if the dance floor equivalent of speed dating isn’t your thing, they also offer more intimate one-on-one dance lessons.

So, common, lets salsa!

SALSA MIA www.salsamia.com 501 Lincoln rd  305-987-3033

SCAM ARTIST ALERT

South Beach residents beware:  scam artist alert!

White male in his late 40`s, early 50`s, about 6`1, blondish curly hair, about 200lb neatly dressed goes door to door pretending to be your next door neighbor who just moved in couple of weeks ago and has a real emergency.

As the story goes, his beloved brother borrowed his car and managed to get into an accident in Ft. Lauderdale area. He is listed in critical condition.  As any good story goes, the gentlemen in distress is trying to get to that hospital as we speak, however his wallet happened to be in the glove compartment of the car that was involved in the accident.  Got $50 bucks?