If You’re at Art Basel and Want to Feel Cooler

Incidentally there are just two things you need to do:

1. Check into the Edition Hotel (not literally, you can have a drink at the bar that stands across from the concierge, which is covered in greenery that may or may not make you feel like you are the subject of a Juergen Teller-shot Céline ad).

2. Stop in to their concept shop, which is strategically located adjacent to the “market” where you can get iced coffee and marshmallows or celery sticks stamped with the approval of one Mr. Jean-Georges. There you will be afforded the luxury of basking in a world that is seemingly as small as, like, 50 square feet, but as intellectually wide as the kind of mind that retains information on — in addition to a large stack of magazines that contains both Monocle and a Kendall Jenner-covered issue of Love Magazine:

a) Mexican cooking (there is a bright pink cookbook, published by Phaidon, which I am just one jalapeño away from purchasing)

b) Russian criminals and their tattoos — in three separate volumes

c) Artisanal chocolate cubes and bars — both by the branding geniuses behind Mast Brothers and the wunderkinds who have changed the way I perceive “fruit and nut bars” at Lake Champlain.

d) Sunglasses for your retinas, ya di ya di ya, jewelry for your fingers and your necks and your ears

e) Serving plates that moonlight as decorative, whitewashed wall art as evidenced by a fractured skeleton lingering over the cash register

And if you were looking for clothes, I simply ask you this: when you know so much and can feel so much and have finally accessed Le Labo’s Sandal 33 scent, just a few steps from a beach that demands nothing more or less than a simple, Jane Fonda-style monokini, who needs clothes? This isn’t New York, after all.

In partnership with EDITION Hotels.

Collage made up from images via Harper’s Bazaar and stock images via Corbis