New York Fashion Week is upon us, which is one of my most favorite times of the year. Everyone ignores the snow and dons their satin heels and feather boleros to see what designers will be offering when the weather gets warm again. With bloggers taking over, street-style gets just as much attention as the clothes coming down the runway so this is certainly not the time for sweatshirts and Sorel boots.
Like during Miami Basel, all the veteran attendees of New York Fashion Week have learned the lesson that one needs a car. Unless you are a world-class badass like my dear friend Jessica who can take the subway in seven-inch heels  trying to hail a cab in the slushy snow is not the most pleasant way to start the day.
But my article this week is not about New York Fashion. I left New York to get some much needed sea air in St. Barth’s, a charming little island in the French West Indies. [2,3] We swam and played in the sand at Nikki Beach, which is a super fun place to drink on the beach and watch happy people dancing on tables. [4,5] We rode ATVs, which was really quite exciting and is certainly the best way to get around the island. 
I was pleasantly surprised by the art in St. Barth’s. The town is very small, but there were a few little gallery/stores that I very much enjoyed. My favorite was Clic, a bookstore and gallery founded by Christiane Celle.  The store had works by Antoine Verglas, Jean-Phillipe Piter, Ron Galella and Pierre Carreau among many others, as well as a wonderful selection of coffee table books. [8,9,10]
After walking up a significant amount of stairs and wandering through a few alleyways, I discovered Linde Gallery.  This treasure of a store had racks of artful clothing and accessories. I am thrilled by clothing that are works of art themselves.  In the back of the store, they had a sublime selection of coffee table books as well. 
We stopped at the Eden Rock hotel for a drink. Situated on top of the mountain, the views from the Eden Rock are just incredible.  There was eclectic art scatted throughout the hotel, but my favorite was a neon sign right by the entrance to the restaurant.  There seemed to be a running theme throughout the art of St. Barth’s: beautiful women, mostly nude, playing in the sun. [16, 17, 18]
It was a refreshing little trip, to say the least. But as always, I am very much looking forward to going home to New York. After only a few days away I’m missing my city that never sleeps. Plus, I need to see what the designers will be offering when the weather gets warm again…
Until next week, fair readers!
Post Script: Clic also has an outpost in Soho, so if you’re in New York you can pay a visit. It is an expertly curated store.