Charlotte Ronson at her show in Aruba.
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Dearest NYers: Please do your best not to despise me/hate Tweet me. I escaped the ultimate Mean Girl known as Mother Nature over the weekend…but in the name of fashion! Specifically, Aruba In Style, which showcased many a beach-friendly designer from Aruba, Venezuela, Columbia and other tropical paradises. It was, in short, uh-mazing. Major highlight: kicking it via a cray unconventional front-row experience alongside fashion-y folks like Fashionista and FashionEtc—frozen mojito in hand, feet in pool water—whilst gorgeous models of all shapes and sizes strutted their stuff in floral bikinis, fancy flip-flops and lots of sheer. Additionally, there was a smoke-y sage-clutching model clad in a gothic wedding dress and a male model sporting abs of steel and sequined short-shorts, which resulted in my schvitzing my SPF off. There was also that one time where I found myself at Aruba's version of the Versace mansion for a presentation complete with gaudy marble pillars, statues and, duh, open bar. I bumped into the gorgggg downtown designer staple, Charlotte Ronson, who came down to represent for New York. If y'all saw her salivating-inducing SS13 show, then y'all know the homegirl's designs was a no-brainer showstopper for the daisy dukes, bikinis on top-friendly sartorial soiree. After one too many Pina Colada, I had a kiki with the sun-kissed beauty. Topics included her “Aruba In Style“ debut, her fave fashion-y pop princesses, and her secret behind remaining flaw-free in the Aruba heat/NYC frigid freak show.


