Chantel Jeffries and Pilar Zeta coordinated faded blush and plum looks at the Clarins Sugar & Shine Galentine’s Affair in Miami Beach.
At Clarins’ Sugar & Shine Galentine’s Affair in Miami Beach on February 12, Chantel Jeffries and Pilar Zeta arrived like opposite ends of the same wavelength—one sculptural and muted, the other curve-hugging and warm.
Chantel went for impact, no overthinking. She wore a form-fitting burgundy mini dress , sleeveless, with a wide scooped neckline and a center cutout just under the bust—sharp enough to feel styled, but not overstated. The material hugged her exactly, with soft catching shine under warm lighting. Her strappy red heels wrapped up to the ankle. Subtle bling on the wrist, one ring, and a slick of gloss. Hair long, middle parted, shiny as glass.
Pilar, on the other hand, leaned romantic. Deliberately draped in a pale blush-pink dress , long sleeves, rosette details on the shoulders. Soft V-neck. Flowed but didn’t float. The waist gathered loosely , wrapped down into a dropped knotted hem. Her brown pointed heels added understated sharpness. She carried a small mini green handbag —deep teal against the rose, one of the few true color punches in the frame. Her hair: vintage waves, deep side part, tucked behind the ear.
One static-flavored siren. One abstract Valentine. Balanced, unbothered, paired without matching.
Chantel Jeffries wore a deep violet satin midi dress with a plunging neckline and silver strappy heels at Casa Velocity Black in Los Angeles.
Inside Casa Velocity Black in Los Angeles, away from the crowd noise and closer to the mirrored walls, Chantel Jeffries stood steady—right hand resting on beige lattice, eyes soft, but pulling light like chrome.
She wore a plum purple satin midi dress —the kind of violet that reads richer under yellow bulb light. The fit was body-skimming, but not tight. More like suggested tension. Shoulders structured but not uptight, sleeves long and ruched at the wrists. Fabric clung then fell. The neckline? Extremely low. Framed exactly to the sternum. Blunt, unapologetic, clean.
Footwork came in cool contrast: silver strappy heels , barely-there with just enough laces to keep shape. Legs bare, no tights, no shimmer, no fuss. Hair loose, full glass-blowout, parted in the middle. Jewelry barely noticeable—just a couple of rings and small hoops, maybe? She didn’t over-sell anything. The movement of the dress against light did enough.
One pose. One color. That corner belonged to her.
Karrueche Tran wore a pink tweed mini skirt suit and Valentino fur heels to Clarins’ Sugar & Shine Galentine’s Affair in Los Angeles.
At Clarins’ Sugar & Shine Galentine’s Affair in LA on January 29, Karrueche Tran leaned into the color palette of the night—pink on pink, tone on tone, but never flat. She showed up in a cropped tweed skirt suit in the softest shade of bubblegum. Slight texture in the fabric. Muted maroon weave running through it. Jacket oversized, almost robe-like, with wide structure at the shoulders and sleeves that stopped short of the cuff.
The whole thing looked easy. But the tailoring said otherwise.
It was belted at the waist and at the sleeves, both with gold buckles wide enough to anchor the look, not just accessorize it. Underneath, a plunging neckline that barely needed layering. The micro-mini skirt revealed enough leg to make you rethink winter—even in LA.
And then came the shoes.
She wore a pair of Valentino fur sandals —mink-textured, blush-colored, with two crossover straps and an ankle strap to lock them in. Round, open-toe front. Four-inch heel. Luxe, but not stiff. Kind of glam… kind of foolish… kind of perfect.
Hair worn in a retro bob—soft curled under at the ends, tucked behind one side. Nails long, sculpted. Jewelry minimal: slim bracelets and dainty rings on both hands.
The whole thing landed like a Valentine with shoulder pads—witty, warm, and sharp where it counted.
