My New Miami Vice (and a few other things that happen to be on my mind.)

My New Miami Vice

My New Miami Vice

My New Miami Vice

My New Miami Vice

My New Miami Vice

My New Miami Vice

My New Miami Vice

My New Miami Vice

My New Miami Vice

My New Miami Vice

My New Miami Vice

My New Miami Vice

My New Miami Vice

My New Miami Vice

What:

Writing a heart-felt obituary, standing up against an online bully and falling in love with Michele Lopriore’s popular wing-tip oxford. (Yes, it’s been a busy few weeks since my last post.) 😁

Why:

Writing an obituary sucks; not just for the people grieving, but for the reporter who doesn’t really KNOW the person they’re writing about, at least in the traditional sense.

Over the last few weeks, I’ve had my head lodged in front of a computer, carefully crafting an obituary for a famous person who isn’t even dead yet. I know, I know, it sounds morbid, but it’s actually a compliment.

At least coming from us news types.

When you leave your mark on the world, especially if you’re a member of the rich and famous, you can’t show one ounce of mortality. Even a small dose of it can leave the press on high alert.

As a journalist, I can tell you “The End” is pretty significant when it comes to storytelling; even the anticipation of it. Right or wrong, it’s the world we live in and something I’ve grown accustomed to dealing with, although I do still have my moments…

Especially when my boss slinks up to me from across the Newsplex and whispers: “Sandoval, you need to write an obituary on so-&-so.” I act surprised and say: “Are they dying? Are they dead yet?” He always gives me the same look. I call it the “get your head out of your derrière look.” I used “derrière” to be polite.

Like a good reporter, I do the research, read, watch, listen; searching for the most compelling moments of the persons life.

Then, I do a few drafts combining facts, highlights and low lights. Adding some magic is a must, too. After all, it’s Hollywood we’re talking about.

I don’t know if it’s because I’m getting older, but this last obituary really did a number on me. After dividing the person’s life into six decades and some change, the party was basically over or at least it seemed that way.

It made me sad, irritated and overly emotional. The piece came out good, but after it was edited and filed “in waiting,” I felt bad. Icky. Depressed.

Making matters worse, over the next few days, I saw the person everywhere: on the cover of a magazine in the grocery store check-out line, on a national morning show talking about a new project, even guest starring in a movie special on my favorite cable network, HBO.

He/she sure didn’t seem like they were dying to me…

But neither did Prince, Whitney Houston, Michael Jackson or Joan Rivers. I realized, however sobering the obituary, the point was to be prepared and we were.

Also…

After breaking down the person’s life, I realized for the first time in mine, there were probably more decades behind me than in front of me, although the “Guinness Book of World Records” can really give a girl hope.

Not that I would look forward to being the oldest woman alive. I don’t think there’s enough botox in the world to keep me going until 117 (which happens to be the age of the oldest person on the planet. I looked it up.) 👵🏻

By the way, I realize I’m not entirely special here and that at a certain age most people come to this realization, but I have to admit, I’ve been acting a wee bit crazy because of it.

Some people call it a “mid-life crisis” — I call it “more shoes” (at least more than usual,) “more carbs” (spaghetti with marina sauce and fresh parmesan cheese) “more vodka and soda” (with extra lemon AND lime; why choose one?) And more of NOT turning the other cheek.

Without going into too much detail (because frankly, it’s not worth it), a woman attacked my appearance on social media the other day.

In TV, we’re taught to look the other way and not respond because it adds fuel to the fire and you just can’t win or maybe the hater is just looking for attention …

Believe me, I get it, BUT it really depends on what the person is saying and WHERE they’re saying it. I do not and will not tolerate any kind of cyber-bullying.

Look, if someone doesn’t like my outfit or thinks I shouldn’t have made a joke on Deco Drive and has genuine constructive criticism, that’s one thing; but a mean-spirited attack on how I look is another.

Especially when it’s on my OWN Facebook page. People get brave behind a computer, spew hate and it’s NOT RIGHT. So…

I stood up for myself and told the nay-sayer (in so many words) to take a hike and not a scenic one. I wasn’t rude or mean; who wants to be what they’re trying to deflect? I was, however, true to myself and you know what? It felt GOOD.

Say what you want, when you want and how you want to your own friends and family. Heck, put it on your own social media, but why would you come to MY page and attack me? SMH.

In this crazy age of Twitter, IG & FB, it’s easy to forget while swiping, liking and re-tweeting, there’s an actual person on the other side of that phone and/or computer. One with feelings, hopes, dreams and only a certain amount of decades behind or in front of them. We’re all creatures of humanity, are we not?

Anyway…

During all this mid-life crisis stuff, I was also thinking about my next blog: “My New Miami Vice” featuring wingtip loafers from Michele Lopriore Shoes and, how I’d actually go about writing it.

Then it dawned on me: at the “sole” of the blog (other than a stunning pair of bowling shoes) was another unexplainable shift in my behavior.

I live, eat and breath fashion, especially shoes, but I’m not always practical in my styling choices. Beauty is pain, no? At least it is for me. I try for comfy heels, but it doesn’t always work out that way. (I digress.)

When I first walked by Michele Lopriore Shoes at Brickell City Center downtown Miami, I was mesmerized by a pair of wingtip loafers in the window.

As I walked closer, I saw them in a variety of vibrant colors: red, blue, orange, pink and green. The shoes practically screamed “Miami!”

They had an incredible mix of textures, too, like linen, suede, sparkles, tassels etc. Once I tried them on — it was a done deal.

My foot easily slipped into the soft and supple shoe. Its bold wedge added extra comfort. It felt like — HEAVEN.

Was it really possible that I liked a Chic effortless loafer? Who was I? And where were the stilettos I had walked in with? Oh yeah, I stuffed them into my purse so I could wear “My New Miami Vice.”

I have a feeling those stilettos are going to be joining the decades behind me. Can you blame me? I never thought I’d feel beautiful in a loafer, but I did and do. Heck, my body feels better, too.

Michele Lopriore Shoes, which is new to Miami via Milan, is known for its exceptional Italian craftsmanship. The designer himself (Michele) has been perfecting his talents for 30 years. Translation: he really knows what he’s doing!

When you put on a pair of his shoes, you’ll know exactly what I’m talking about. The best part? You don’t have to sell an organ to afford a pair. It’s a good thing, too, because mine are running low 😆.

Don’t miss Deco Drive tonight at 7:30/11:30pm as we go inside Michele Lopriore Shoes to try-on their latest loafer trends. And…

Don’t worry, I’m not giving up on my heels just yet, but a girl does need a little down time every now and then — literally — and that’s why “My New Miami Vice” is one of my favorite things.

ps: The obituary is still in waiting.
pps: I blocked the hater.
ppps: I’m still having a midlife crisis.

Where:

Michele Lopriore Shoes
Located on the 2nd floor of Brickell City Centre
701 South Miami Avenue
Miami, FL. 33131

When:

Monday- Saturday 10am-9:30am
Sunday 12-7pm

Be Social:
IG: @michelelopriorebrickell
FB: @micheleloprioreshoes

www.micheleloprior.it/en

They went into my closets looking for skeletons, but thank God, all they found were beautiful shoes.Imelda Marcos
Photographer: James Woodley Photography
All loafers provided by Michele Lopriore at Brickell City Centre
Hair & Make-up: Odett Hernandez
Digital Editor: Jessie Neft-Swinger
Editor: Matthew “Flats Are Where It’s At” Auerbach

Summer Chic

Summer Chic

Summer Chic

Summer Chic

Summer Chic

Summer Chic

Summer Chic

Summer Chic

Summer Chic

Summer Chic

What:

Looking chic in the South Florida summer heat with Scarves & Swimsuit Covers by designer Carlos Marrero.

Why:

Have you ever seen that “Sex and the City” episode where Carrie Bradshaw makes fun of women who wear hair scrunchies?

She basically tells her boyfriend that women in Manhattan don’t wear scrunchies because they’re too sophisticated. They get in a fight over it — even break up.

Her boyfriend thinks it’s nonsense, mainly because he’s just written a book featuring a female protagonist who, yes, wears a scrunchy. Carrie ribs him for it. He obviously can’t take the criticism.

At the end of the episode, they agree to meet at a bar to work things out. As they stand there waiting for their drinks, a beautiful woman walks by and sure enough, her hair is tied back with a scrunchy.

They glare at one another as they overhear the woman explain she’s from Georgia and is only in NYC for a couple of days to go sight-seeing. There’s more to it than that, but you get the gist.

After that particular episode, I rummaged through my accessory drawer and trashed all of my cloth hair ties. Then, in dramatic fashion, I looked myself in the mirror and vowed to NEVER EVER wear a scrunchy again. After all, I was grooming myself to be one of those chic city women, who would leave their mark on Manhattan (scrunchy-less).

And, I did.

I got married, moved to the city, dabbled in television, shopped, ate and socialized my way through the five boroughs without ever once wearing a scrunchy. I was so proud of myself — until my life started to unravel (pun intended.)

My marriage fell apart, I got incredibly depressed and on a whim, decided to leave New York. In hindsight, it probably wasn’t the best decision, but I was good at running away; I inherited that trait from my mother.

After moving back to South Florida, I did what most normal people do: clean, organize, grocery shop and go to the drugstore. That’s when I saw it, squished between the shower caps and fake eyelashes in Aisle 1: a large pack of multi-colored scrunchies.

They seemed to be illuminated by a higher power, but I knew it was just the cheap overhead lighting playing tricks on me. I stood there, just staring at them, powerless. Who was I? And why in God’s name would I judge myself or anyone else for that matter for wearing a scrunchy? I felt ridiculous.

I threw the pack in my basket, paid and went home. The next day, the ever-so reliable scrunchy, once again, became part of my life and not only was I proud of it, I knew…

I was a changed woman.

The same thing happened to me a few years later, when I met designer Carlos Marrero, who doesn’t like it when you call him a designer. He prefers: “Renaissance Man.”

In 2015, the Renaissance Man and I worked on “Wrapped & Bagged,” a blog featuring his new scarf and purse collection.

Although I had always loved a good scarf, I shied away from them because I thought they made me look old, outdated and, even worse, like a washed-up news reporter or old-time anchor. Think Connie Chung in the mid 90’s.

I’m not gonna lie, I judged people who wore them, too. Yes, like that snotty Carrie Bradshaw character who, despite being an IT girl, didn’t understand the true meaning of fashion: unadulterated self expression. Even if that meant wearing a scrunchy or a scarf.

Then, like a cool summer breeze, Carlos blew into my life.

The one-time fashion illustrator, who used to sketch images for magazines like Glamour, Cosmo and Vogue, showed me what real scarf fashion was all about.

His brilliant idea of taking his fabulous fashion sketches and transferring them onto quality scarves breathed new life into my accessory game. Move over, Hermes! The best part — I didn’t have to sell a kidney to buy one.

Everything he makes I adore: the minimal, colorful and outrageous. He’s all about energy, vibe and glamour. I have a drawer full of his creations (a happy Buddha, beautiful boho flowers, a detailed Hamsa, intricate mosaics and more.) I wear them everywhere and with just about anything.

Now, Carlos is expanding his line; introducing a capsule collection of bathing suit cover-ups. He’s always had a penchant for sophisticated beauty and it’s easily conveyed in his new pieces.

Don’t miss Deco Drive tonight at 7:30 & 11:30pm, as we get the FIRST LOOK at Carlos’ new beach-to- cocktail clothing. Being “Summer Chic” has never been so easy and stylish thanks to the Marrero Collection and that’s why scarves, scrunchies and pool cover-up’s are one of my Favorite Things.

Where:

marrero-collection.myshopify.com

Be Social:
IG: @camarrero
FB: @marrerocollection
Twitter: @camarrero

Not all Superheroes wear capes…some wear Scarves.anonymous
Shot on location at the beautiful Loews Miami Beach Hotel, which has just undergone a magnificent 50 million dollar transformation. The new St. Tropez inspired oceanfront pool-scape includes private and adult-only cabanas. I can’t wait to go back for some serious rest and relaxation.
Check out its amazing amenities here: www.loewshotels.com/Miami-Beach.

IG: @lowesmiami
FB: @LowesMiamiBeach
Twitter: @Loews_Hotels #MiamiBeach

reservations: 305-604-1601
Toll Free Reservations: 855-563-9744

Loews Miami Beach Hotel
1601 Collins Avenue
Miami Beach, Florida 33139

Special thanks to Linda Villafane

Photographer: James Woodley Photography
All scarves by Marrero Collection
off-the-shoulder black dress: @covetiqueclothing,
White top and palazzo pants: @FilomenaFernandez,
Black one shoulder dress by Nibatti,
Silver & Gold Sandals by @jasandalco.
Hair & Make-up: Odett Hernandez
Digital Editor: Jessie Neft-Swinger
Editor: Matthew “Ever-So Reliable”Auerbach

Wings of Summer

Wings of Summer

Wings of Summer

Wings of Summer

Wings of Summer

Wings of Summer

Wings of Summer

Wings of Summer

Wings of Summer

Wings of Summer

Wings of Summer

Wings of Summer

What:

A whimsical morning exploring “Fairchild Tropical Botanic Garden” in Coral Gables, with a beautiful butterfly experience inside the “Wings of the Tropics” exhibit at The Clinton Family Conservatory.

Why:

Tears filled my eyes when I walked through the pressure-locked doors at the butterfly exhibit inside “Fairchild Tropical Garden.”

Partly because of the breeze the doorway created, but also because of my emotional vulnerability.

I was still dealing with the trauma of James and Rigby being attacked by three unleashed Rottweilers. I wrote about the horrific event in my last blog (Life is Beautiful).

Even though it happened almost two weeks ago, I still couldn’t shake it. James wasn’t quite himself either and don’t get me started on Rigby; just looking at the poor thing is painful.

So there I was, still feeling unhinged about life, when I walked into one of the most special things I’ve ever experienced — “Wings of the Tropics” — one of “Fairchild Garden’s” most popular exhibits. Simply put, it’s a sea of exotic butterflies. It’s absolutely magical.

The exhibit, which is lush with greenery, has a long path winding its way through an exciting journey of nature. As you walk through, you see hundreds of exotic butterflies dancing, fluttering and sometimes landing right on top of you. They apparently like the taste of human sweat. It’s a salt thing.

I was lucky enough to experience what they call a “release”, where they carefully place butterflies on your arms and shoulders. It was exciting to see them so closely and feel the pitter-patter of their feet against my dewy skin. The conservatory is kept extremely warm and humid, recreating their natural environment. OMG, I had no shortage of salty sweat, meaning the winged ones loved me, hence the blog entitled “Wings of Summer.”

After experiencing the release, I realized I had been completely in the moment. Present. Even if it was brief (and it was), I somehow managed to escape the deep sadness I had been feeling after the dog attack. James and Rigby are my everything and when they got hurt, I felt helpless and for whatever reason, I was angry, too. Nature was comforting me. Extending a healing branch, if you will.

When I left the conservatory, I felt a slight shift in my demeanor and enjoyed touring the garden grounds. There’s so much to see and do: with 83 acres of lush tropical plants, trees and everything in between, it truly is a one-of-a-kind experience and for good reason…

In 1938, the garden was carefully curated by the late Dr. David Fairchild. The famed plant explorer went all over the world to procure what you see in the garden today. Conserving the world of tropical plants isn’t easy, but he built it allowing everyone to enjoy what he loved and man, is it spectacular!

Over the years, I’ve written quite a few blogs on butterflies. One of my more popular ones, “45 Days and Nights of Black Butterflies”, was about healing after being sick with GBS. I repeatedly dreamed of butterflies all around me, coming out of me. I would float, flutter and eventually free myself of illness.

After I became well, I developed a healthy obsession with what the winged ones represent: transformation, resurrection, change, hope and life.

Having a chance to see the butterfly exhibit meant more than I can possibly explain. It’s hard for me to tear-up; as an entertainment reporter/host I’ve see a lot in my life. It was a crescendo of happiness. Also…

The metaphor isn’t lost on me: holding the beauty of life and then releasing it isn’t just about healing, it’s about enduring and becoming a better person in the process.

And that’s why “Wings of Summer” is one of my Favorite Things.

PS. James is getting better, still a bad puncture on his left hand and his knees are finally scabbing up. Rigby? Well, he finally got his stitches out and is playing with a few of his new toys. 👫🐶❤️

Where:

Fairchild Tropical Botanic Garden
10901 Old Cutler Road
Coral Gables, Florida 33156
(NORTH ENTRANCE)

When:

Monday-Sunday: 9:30am-4:30pm

Admission: Seniors 65 & over $18, Adults $25, Kids 6-17 $12, Children 5 & under Free
Fairchild Members: Free
(for more information: 305-667-1651)

Be Social:
FB: @FairchildGarden
IG: @fairchildgarden
Twitter: @FairchildGarden

www.fairchildgarden.org

To plant a garden is to believe in tomorrow.Audrey Hepburn
Photographer: James Woodley Photography
Butterfly Dress: ETXART & PANNO, MIAMI — IG: @extartpannous
Butterfly Ring: Jill Zaleski Custom Jewelry — IG: @jillzaleski
Vintage Flower Earrings: A gift from my mother (who was gifted them by her mother)
Hair & Make-up: Odett Hernandez
Digital Editor: Jessie Neft-Swinger
Editor: Matthew “Salt Thing” Auerbach

Life is Beautiful

Life is Beautiful

Life is Beautiful

Life is Beautiful

Life is Beautiful

Life is Beautiful

Life is Beautiful

Life is Beautiful

Life is Beautiful

Life is Beautiful

What:

A day of shopping and playing dress-up at the beautiful bohemian lifestyle boutique, “Polished Coconut,” where I was reminded that “Life is Beautiful” even when it doesn’t feel that way.

Why:

Sometimes, I feel like I’m losing my mind and I don’t say that lightly.

With the confusing state of our government, the aggressive nature of living in a big city and how, last Wednesday night, my entire world was almost ripped apart after 3 aggressive UNLEASHED Rottweilers attacked my loving boyfriend, James and sweet dog, Rigby.

It was 24 hours of pure terror and chaos. There was blood everywhere, I was hysterical (which is not good in an emergency situation) and I felt very much alone…

Making my way to the ER, getting to the doggie hospital, coping with their injuries and figuring out the best line of treatment for both James and Rigby.

I’m good at being a sick person (most of you know my fight with GBS) but trauma like this, it’s different. It’s raw, frightening and rips you apart in an instant.

After the initial attack, there’s the aftermath: the medicine, the bandages, the emotional wounds and then there’s that “thing” waiting on you. It’s lingering in the back of your mind, but you can’t seem to wrap your head around it — normal, everyday life.

Work was waiting for me. The blog was waiting for me. Television doesn’t stop, social media doesn’t stop and the internet doesn’t stop. Yet sometimes, you HAVE to stop because life gives you NO OTHER CHOICE.

Even though I wasn’t the one attacked, even though it wasn’t my flesh ripped apart, my body thrashed about; it felt that way. I knew I had to get myself together.

After a few days, despite feeling liking a zombie, there I was, getting my hair and make-up done for work, making sure my life – our life – wasn’t in jeopardy of really going off the deep end.

I showed up at Polished Coconut in Coconut Grove on time and ready for the day. That’s when “Life is Beautiful” happened…

When you walk into the boutique, it’s this intoxicating mix of earthy glamour and decadent designs. Every corner is curated with something undeniably eye-catching and different, but that’s not what makes it beautiful…

It’s Alicia Kossick, the store’s owner, who’s taken her love of fashion and turned it into a socially responsible lifestyle brand.

She doesn’t just go around the world shopping to bring you the unique and unusual; she works with about 200 artisans, who all happen to be WOMEN. And…

Those artisans don’t just handcraft clothing, jewelry and home accessories to preserve their culture, they’re helping sustain a viable local economy, allowing South Floridians to shop small and in turn, strengthening our own community (all while supporting women.)

“Polished Coconut” is warm, welcoming and you’ll get lost in discovery, only to be brought back to reality by Scarlett, the store’s official doggie mascot, who is more than happy to accompany you during your eclectic treasure hunt.

During a time when our country seems a bit lost, our city is riddled with crime and less compassion and three Rottweilers can roam unleashed, it’s good to know there are people out there like Alicia, who are consciously making the world a better place by caring, creating jobs and giving back to the community.

Don’t miss Deco Drive tonight at 7:30/11:30pm as we go inside “Polished Coconut” to show you how visually amazing it is; you’ll meet Alicia, too. I’m sure you’ll fall in love just like I did, because “Life is Beautiful” should be everyone’s favorite thing.

PS-James and Rigby are feeling better. The healing is slow, but we’re all recovering, one day at a time.

Where:

Polished Coconut
3444 Main Highway
Coconut Grove 33133

When:

Monday-Saturday: 11am-6pm
Sunday: 12-5pm

Be social:
IG: @PolishedCoconut
FB: @PolishedCoconut
Twitter: @PolishedCoconut

www.PolishedCoconut.com

A strong woman looks a challenge in the eye and gives it a wink.Gina Carey
Photographer: James Woodley Photography
Jewelry, Clothing & Styling: Polished Coconut
Blue pom-pom heels by #BCBGSouthBeach, wrap gladiator sandal by #ViaCapri34 and sparkly sneakers by #PolishedCoconut
Hair & Make-up: Odett Hernandez
Digital Editor: Jessie Neft-Swinger
Editor: Matthew “James/Rigby” Auerbach

Made With Love

Made With Love

Made With Love

Made With Love

Made With Love

Made With Love

Made With Love

Made With Love

Made With Love

Made With Love

Made With Love

What:

Designing something special for Mother’s Day at Kendra Scott at their beautiful new location inside Brickell City Centre, downtown Miami, but first…

Why:

I used to hate mandated holidays: Mother’s Day, Father’s Day, Valentine’s Day — you name it, I turned my nose up at it.

It always seemed like forced happiness and even a bit passive-aggressive. Letting pop culture predicate how I should think and feel was totally lame; not to mention, it gouged me for my hard-earned money. No, thank you.

Then, well, life happens…

You grow up, find a career, work like crazy, work some more, get married, divorced, lose a child, sometimes you even get sick (with GBS) and by the grace of God, you get better and well, somewhere along the way you grow up and stop being such a twit.

You realize how special and fleeting life is and how much every moment you can spend with the people you love matters. It’s the most important part of life. Love is the essence of being human.

Even if that means learning to accept, enjoy and celebrate mandated holidays. As a working professional, I’m either coming or going; there’s really no in-between.

So, when a special day comes along to stop my busy life and acknowledge someone that I care about, well, it feels good — at least for the most part.

Mother’s Day is particularly hard for me, but it’s also special. For a fleeting moment, I was someone’s mother (her name was Sydney,) but she disappeared. Death does that.

My Deco Drive co-host, Lynn, disagrees. She says I will always be Sydney’s mother — always — and no one can ever take that away from me. The tattoo underneath my forearm is dedicated to my baby girl.

When I first got it, it was my desperate attempt at manifesting what Lynn said. Always. Forever. Endlessly. Now, my tattoo is a memory, sometimes a painful one that I’d rather forget, but how could I? How could ANY mother?

Luckily, that pain and grief doesn’t overshadow the beautiful mothering I’ve had in my own life (from my boyfriend, best friend, therapist, colleagues, mother, step-mother, even myself.)

If you look up the word “Mothering”, the essence of its definition is “nurturing” and that’s something we should all do more of and not just on mandated holidays.

I hope by sharing some of my thoughts and experiences, I can help nurture someone/anyone who’s reading this. Whether it’s a loss, a gain or status quo, when it comes to MOM — it’s all important. And it’s all worthy of being “Made With Love”…

That’s why I chose “Kendra Scott” jewelry boutique at Brickell City Centre for this blog. For Mother’s Day, they have a special way to express your love and it’s not just buying a bauble and calling it a day.

Instead, it’s about designing a one-of-a-kind personalized piece of jewelry at their famed Color Bar.

You choose everything: from the accessory, to the metal, even the stone. And just like that, it’s made right in front of you. By the way…

Kendra happens to be one of my favorite designers. Mainly because of her mantra, which is “family first, then philanthropy and (of course) fashion”. It’s something I strive for, too.

If you haven’t been to her new downtown location, you’re definitely missing out. The store is gorgeously designed to look like a jewelry box or, at least, it seems that way.

For the blog, the goal of mixing Kendra’s classic designs with her new summer collection was to evoke a sophisticated beach look. The pieces are a sure reflection of our beloved surf, sand and sunshine.

Don’t miss Deco Drive tonight at 7:30 & 11:30 pm as we go inside Kendra Scott at Brickell City Centre. We aren’t just making mom a priority, we’re showcasing jewelry that will make every woman feel special and that’s why “Made With Love” is one of my favorite things. Happy Mother’s Day.

Where:

Kendra Scott
Brickell City Centre
701 S. Miami Avenue
Miami, Florida 33130

The boutique is located on the second floor. There’s garage parking and it’s free for the first two hours…
or
www.kendrascott.com

When:

Monday-Saturday: 10am-9pm
Sunday: 12-6pm

Be Social:
IG: @kendrascott
FB: @KendraScott
Twitter: @KendraScott

My mother said to me, ‘If you are a soldier, you will become a general. If you are a monk, you will become the Pope.’ Instead, I was a painter, and became Picasso.Pablo Picasso
Photographer: James Woodley Photography
Jewelry provided by Kendra Scott, Brickell City Centre
Dress & Shoes: BCBG South Beach
Styling: Jackie Kay & Marina
Hair & Make-up: Odett Hernandez
Digital Editor: Jessie Neft-Swinger
Editor: Matthew “Happy Mother’s Day, Mom” Auerbach