Destination / Wish You Were Here

Wish you were here: love, Amie

Summer of love. Somewhere between the palm trees, my little pocket of sun, I just can’t get enough.

Escaping …
Summer at home. Always. This time of year I always want to sink into a slower pace and go back to where the comforting sound of noisy sibling banter is all I need. Out here the cicadas sing loudly. The palm trees that dot the corner of my street throw shady patterns across the pool deck, the gardenias are in full bloom and everything is 100 per cent salt. This is where the real R and R happens. My place in the sun.

Essentials …
Summer is the perfect opportunity to come a little undone and bare all. Stripping down and jumping off the rocks at Palm Beach in simple Marysia swimwear, denim on high rotation and floor skimming satin skirts by Pereira Fitzgerald. After hours I’ll slip into a slinky dress by Organic by John Patrick, my K Jacques sandals, rub down in some Elemis Japanese Camellia oil, lace the lashes in black and maybe a quick lip stain if I’m feeling fruity. I love putting pawpaw on my eyelids to cheat that dewy summer glow.

Celebrating …
For New Year’s I’m escaping from one secluded pocket to another, up the Australian coastline. What’s better than jumping in a vintage Merc with your best friend, surfboards in tow, to somewhere that’s just far enough away? While my boyfriend is sunset surfing, I can take a moment to read the sun signs in our December/January Issue with illustrations by the beautiful Christiane Spansberg, as well as poetry from Nayyirah Waheed’s book, Salt. And when the clock strikes midnight, I’ll hopefully be spinning around barefoot in a velvet Dion Lee slip dress from my Christmas stocking, aperitif pairings courtesy of Campari.

What are friends for?