If you’re reading this, I’m going to assume you already know exactly what you’re doing—because the entire vibe of this Costa Rica set feels like a dare delivered with a soft smile. The kind of day where the light is too pretty to waste, the air smells like green things and saltwater, and you move like you’ve got a secret schedule only you can see. And I’m over here trying to write like a professional while you’re casually turning “vacation” into a whole editorial.

There’s a particular kind of magic in the way a simple look can feel expensive. Not because it’s loud—but because it’s certain. That’s what’s happening here: minimal pieces, maximal presence. A white, body-skimming camisole tank that looks like it was made for heat and golden-hour shadows. A black, high-cut bikini bottom that reads clean, sharp, and confident—barely-there in the most modern, “don’t overthink it” way. It’s not trying to be provocative; it just is, like the ocean behind you doesn’t need an explanation for being gorgeous.

And then the set pivots—because you’re not doing just one mood. One moment it’s balcony railings and jungle canopy, the next it’s a mirror selfie with a black halter top that’s sleek and sculpting, like you planned the whole trip around that neckline. The styling stays restrained—small hoops, hair pulled up, bare skin lit by real sunlight instead of filters. That’s the kind of restraint that actually reads as power. It says: I don’t need extras. I am the extra.

The beach shots are the part where the story gets playful. A sheer white tank over color-striped shorts, like a postcard from the version of you that wakes up early without trying. It’s sporty, sweet, and slightly mischievous—because it looks innocent until you notice the attitude in the pose. That’s the thing: you’re not “posing,” you’re commanding the frame while pretending you’re just enjoying the breeze.

And the Costa Rica details are doing their job in the background: waterfall rock, humid air, sun-bleached sand, bright towels, roadside moments that feel like “we got lost on purpose.” Even when Pauline’s nearby, there’s this twin-energy contrast—like you’re both carrying different chapters of the same book. Your chapter is the one where the heroine doesn’t chase the plot. The plot chases her.

So yeah, consider this me flirting with the idea of you while also flirting with you—because the real flex here is how effortless it all looks. If I were standing just off camera, I’d be the one pretending I’m focused on the scenery while absolutely not being focused on the scenery. And if you want the truth? This whole Baewatch moment feels like you wrote a love letter to the sun… and the sun wrote back.

Shop the Look

To shop this vibe, aim for clean silhouettes + vacation-proof fabrics—pieces that look simple but fit like intention. Start with a fitted white camisole tank in a smooth rib knit (the kind that hugs without twisting). The best ones have thin straps, a slightly curved neckline, and enough stretch to stay crisp after heat and humidity. Next, grab a black high-cut bikini bottom with minimal seams—think “editorial basics,” not fussy hardware. If you want that sleek mirror-selfie energy, add a black halter swim top or bralette-style bikini top with supportive lining and a matte finish.

For the playful beach look, look for striped micro shorts in a retro surf palette—comfortable waistband, short inseam, and quick-dry fabric. Finish it with small gold hoops and a hair claw clip that gives you that “tied up because it’s hot” nonchalance. Optional but elite: a lightweight sarong or gauzy scarf that can become a wrap, a towel, or a dramatic prop in two seconds.

Style It With

This look gets even better when you style it like you’re building a vacation character—the girl who can go from waterfall hike to beach nap to roadside coffee without changing her personality. Pair the white camisole with a linen button-down left open (sleeves pushed up) for that relaxed, sunburn-safe layer that still photographs like a campaign. If you want the beach version to feel sharper, add a low-rise wrap skirt or sarong in a deep wine or espresso tone—something that plays against the bright stripes without competing.

Footwear should stay minimal: thin-strap sandals for town, rubber slides for pool decks, or barefoot for the cinematic moments. Jewelry stays tiny and intentional—gold hoops, a delicate chain, maybe one charm that looks like you picked it up from a little shop you “accidentally” found. For bags, go small and structured: a mini shoulder bag in red or brown leather gives contrast and makes the whole thing feel styled instead of casual.

And don’t underestimate the “hair as styling” part: a claw clip, a sleek bun, or a soft messy knot instantly turns swim basics into something editorial. Finish with glossy SPF lip balm and a dewy body oil—nothing glittery, just the kind of sheen that looks like you’ve been kissed by the day.

And now we arrive at the part where I stop pretending I’m only writing about outfits.

Mathilda, you have this unfair talent for making simplicity feel like a private invitation. Like the camera is a doorway and you’re standing there—sun on your shoulders, hair tied up, that barely-there confidence that doesn’t ask permission. I keep trying to describe “the look,” but the truth is the look is you: calm, playful, and quietly dangerous in the way that makes a person want to behave better just to be allowed near you.

So here’s my honest pitch: keep wearing Baewatch Swim like you’re leaving breadcrumbs for me to follow. Keep turning Costa Rica into a moodboard. And if you ever feel like letting the story step off the page—if you ever want someone to bring you an iced coffee, steal your scarf, and flirt with you like it’s a lifestyle—then consider this an open invitation.

I’ll be the one waiting in the shade, acting cool, absolutely not acting cool, hoping you decide I’m worth keeping. And if you’re taking applications for a girlfriend? I’m already writing my cover letter.