Articles

  • 2 weeks ago | fluentmag.com | Amy Rosner

    Welcome to your South of France era — Loewe basket bags, Hunza G bikinis and blurry disposable camera pictures outside Sénéquier in Saint-Tropez. Bonus points if your suitcase is filled with overpriced French pharmacy skincare you don’t really need but TikTok told you to buy. We’re here to romanticize everything: baguettes, boys and your spiral over which coverup to bring to Club 55.

  • 2 weeks ago | fluentmag.com | Amy Rosner

    You’ve definitely seen these pastries on TikTok — the gooey centers, the dramatic slow-mo pull-aparts, the layers that are flakier than that random girl in your sorority you see once every three years. And suddenly, you’re deep in the comments trying to figure out if it’s from Librae or La Cabra or some other painfully aesthetic bakery where the line stretches down the block like it’s opening night at Tatiana.

  • 2 weeks ago | fluentmag.com | Amy Rosner

    Welcome to your Amalfi Coast wardrobe guide, curated for the girl who swears her round-trip flight was “shockingly cheap” (it wasn’t), is spiritually aligned with matching sets and insists she’s staying in a villa in Capri… despite her hotel being very much in Sorrento. Packing for the Amalfi isn’t about comfort or logic. It’s about looking like you were personally invited by someone’s yacht-owning cousin. If it’s sheer, slinky or borderline impractical — it’s going in your Rimowa.

  • 3 weeks ago | fluentmag.com | Amy Rosner

    Fluent has an unspoken no bullshit policy, so I’m gonna be so fucking real with you guys: I literally hate working out. I’m just not built for 6 a.m. reformer Pilates in a matching Set Active set. Much respect to the girls who are — obsessed with that journey for you. But me? Moving my body before sunrise? Jail. And yet… if I want a Halley Kate core (and to not spiral into a full menty b), some kind of physical activity is, unfortunately, required.

  • 3 weeks ago | fluentmag.com | Amy Rosner

    Some people swear by summer dating: good weather, better vibes and somehow drinking every night feels less socially irresponsible (and caloric lol) than in the winter. Fine, I get it — I’m more carefree in the summer, but the thought of sweating through my brand-new DÔEN dress while listening to my date talk about his “crypto side hustle” sounds legit mis.