Who says life on Lake Como is reserved only for the rich and famous? I am neither of those but a summer here is like stepping into the life of a glamorous jet setter or Hollywood Icon, if only for a mere moment. I am quite certain I took the images in this collection with a champagne Bellini in one hand and the camera in the other.
Shop the entire collection. Undecided if you want to be poolside in Positano or lakeside in Lake Como? Barefoot in paradise or getting lost in whitewashed alleys? The most beautiful places I have been to in the world are all right here.
Mykonos is everything and more. You'll be planning a return visit before you've finished the first. For me it's an island of favourites. It has my favourite beach clubs, my favourite seaside restaurant, my favourite villas, the coolest bars and endless boutique shopping that will easily leave your wallet empty.
Pretty as a postcard, the small island of Paros is best explored on the back of a vespa or with the top down cruising in a little Fiat 500. Along the way you will discover the simple life of the locals and find places to stop for a rest under shaded canopies of pink bougainvillea.
Clinging to the steep cliffs of Santorini are quite possibly the two prettiest villages in the Greek Islands, Oia and Thira. To get lost strolling through their winding cobblestone alleys, surrounded by white washed buildings, quaint corners and stairways to heaven, will be the highlight of any trip to Santorini. What they say is true. Around every corner is a postcard view and staying in a hotel overlooking the caldera, is like no where else in the world.
It just so happens to be the Italians best kept seaside secret. Tucked way down south in the boot of Italy, Puglia is straight out of a postcard. All the locals are tanned, barefoot, relaxed and going absolutely nowhere in a hurry. There is no other destination that does slow travel better than Puglia in Southern Italy.
There is nowhere quite like a European summer on the Amalfi Coast.
A life so good that you only need to know how to flag a barefoot waiter down at the spiaggia and order another drink in Italian. You’ll start to feel like a local in no time. The beach days are long and scorching hot. Not even the sun wants to go down but when it does, lounging under a striped parasol turns into an alfresco party under the stars, overflowing with bottomless carafes of local wine, plates of seafood, mountains of pasta and grilled mozzarella covered in vine leaves.
