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From our high blogger's perch in the Loop, we started to think about our dreams, and one of our dreams is to go to the south of France. That got us to thinking about what the ultimate dream vacay would be like to the French Riviera--what we'd do (go yachting), what we'd eat (Michelin starred fare), what we'd drink (massive amounts of rose), and of course, what we'd bring. That'd be the most important, obviously. Below, our ULTIMATE ASPIRATIONAL VACATION WISHLIST for our Monte Carlo and St. Tropez exploits:
Our private jet furnished by Marquis Jets would whisk us away in style, with our Globetrotter holding our ever precious clothing and accessories. And in our 35cm Hermes Birkin (the most coveted bag in the world), we will put:
A printed Hermes silk scarf to adorn our decollete so that we won't hurt the skin on that delicate area looks great draped around our boatneck white top.
To keep our baby browns shielded from the burning Monaco sun, we'd be sure to don our brand new Chloe sunglasses to protect our baby browns (eyes, that is).
Our dip in the clear blue waters of the Mediterranean coastline wouldn't be complete without our brightMissoni bikini that is sure to make heads turn. And when we're not swimming, we only want to be seen wearing the loveliest of silk Pucci caftans to cover us. It will be perfect yachting attire for our trip down the coast.
That's not all, though. Our feet will only walk in Lanvin ballet flats when we finally decide to step ashore, and our sunscreen will only be La Roche Posay since it protects against both UVA and UVB rays. We can't have peeling skin in the Cote d'Azur. Our mothers just wouldn't have it!