Bensimon + St Barth.

[On the streets of St Barth after a stop in a champagne bar... looking for cats.]

Here’s a tip when packing for St Barth, are you to be so fortunate in the near future: all you need is a bathing suit, a cover-up, and a pair of Bensimon sneaks. You know you’re on the right track when you go into a store and your party is addressed in English, but you’re addressed in French.

[Beachcombing to Anse Grande Saline.]

We popped into the Strand one night, on my mom’s recommendation, after a late-night tender over after dinner by ourselves. It was pretty swanky, and I stood behind Rob in my sneakers and dress, peering over his shoulder on my tip-toes.

No need to regret leaving heels on the boat; when the gorgeous waiter handed me a menu, he leaned back, peered under the table, and said, pointing at my sneakers, “Is good!”

[Chez Hotel Ile de France. Bikini fashion shows around your table while you each lunch? You bet. p.s., ShopBop? I owe you for life for creating these tunics, which I wore in 3 colors almost daily on the trip.]

[On a cliff atop Flamande Beach.]

Speaking of on-island retail therapy, if you’re not hypnotized by the Hermes, Ralph Lauren, Calypso, Jimmy Choo, and other ample opportunities to blow your life savings, there are really just 3 stores you need to visit while you’re wearing your Bensimon sneaks and working off a Rosé buzz:

Pain du Sucre, where I snatched up my second of their perfect-fitting bikinis. Never in my life had a swimsuit fit so perfectly; busty ladies take note.

Europann, where my father has for years supplemented his Euro side with candy-colored linen button-ups and tunics. I bought Rob a beautiful blue linen tunic for Christmas with faint white stripes that makes his eyes so blue… er, just never-you-mind.

[Henley t-shirt from Pati de St Barth, a crispy fried neck, and Virgin Gorda.]

Pati de St Barth, and I know what you’re thinking, but this is not your average “I Heart NY” tourist t-shirt shop. These t-shirts are badges of honor, people! They also have amazing jewelry, including a rustic turquoise cross I see when I sneeze.

Don’t believe me? Tommy Ton agrees… so does Giovanna, who has the cashmere version:

The shop next to the St. Jean location of Pati de St Barth has a beautiful collection of Bensimon sneaks, by the way. My French was just good enough that the shopgirl and I could converse happily over a basket of Bensimon Mary Janes, ballet slipper versions, and an array of new shades, hot off the presses.

[Kicks awaiting salty feet.]

So, I guess, really all you need to pack is a credit card. One with a hefty limit.

-Carey

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4 Responses to “Bensimon + St Barth.”

  1. mickie
    December 20, 2010 at 8:49 pm #

    i am totally loving!!!

  2. December 22, 2010 at 10:03 am #

    ah, warm weather! what’s that like? I already forget..

    great pictures and so glad that you had an awesome time.

    xx

  3. December 28, 2010 at 12:54 pm #

    WOW!!!!! That sounds stunning….I need to plan a trip there ASAP!!!! A vacation with all you need to pack is 3 wait four items – i am IN!

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