A little over a week ago, I got a phone call from Alo. This was on Thursday, and the team was asking if I was interested in flying to St. Tropez on Monday afternoon to join them on a 240-foot yacht sailing around the South of France to celebrate the fitness brand’s summer Atelier collection. Naturally, I said yes. Four days later, I was checked in at LAX. By Tuesday morning Central European Time, I was boarding a tender at Capitanerie de St Tropez and then climbing aboard Alo Voyage, where private reformer classes, EMS training, a cold plunge, a sauna, and a treatment room for lymphatic drainage massages and advanced body work awaited.
For the next 63 hours, Alo took me on a wellness journey unlike anything I’d ever experienced before—and as the daughter of a Pilates instructor who taught my friends and me how to make homemade almond milk with a nutmilk bag in middle school, I’m hardly a novice. In between meals made of fresh, local ingredients—the chef’s sourdough starter’s name is Bradley Cooper—and morning dips in perfectly chilly and salty seawater, I had private Pilates sessions with Alo Wellness Club instructor Bianca Wise, a deep-tissue massage with a sound-bath soundtrack, and still made time to do my best Beyoncé, jumping off the side of the yacht. There were private beach clubs and buzzy public ones, quiet mornings on the back deck to caffeinate and catch up on emails, and never-ending servings of matcha soft serve gelato, which was on tap at all times of the day (and night).
Ahead, read through every moment.
June 9, 2026 3:56 P.M.
After one long flight, an almost missed connection, and a two-hour drive from Nice to St. Tropez, I finally arrived at Capitanerie de St Tropez, where an Alo-branded tender was scheduled to pick me up and take me to the boat, about 15 minutes offshore. Two men in Alo trousers and matching sneakers grabbed my luggage and helped me on board—both work on the Silver Fox, the name of the yacht when it’s not chartered by Alo—and soon enough, they were pointing out my home for the next 63 hours, not that it required an introduction. The three letters on its side more than gave its location away. To be honest, I didn’t know what to expect when I said yes to a few nights on a yacht in the South of France. Let’s just say that this boat was far, far larger and more grand than anything I could have imagined.
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