A Sunset Soirée: Azteca Margarita x Nine Lives Bazaar Rooftop Party

Coolangatta’s Pink Hotel played host to the ultimate summer celebration, as Nine Lives Bazaar and Azteca Margarita joined forces for an unforgettable rooftop party. With the golden hues of sunset painting the sky over Rainbow Beach, guests toasted to the launch of Azteca’s newest passionfruit margarita—an instant classic that will soon be a staple on every summer drinks menu.

The event was a vibrant fusion of fashion and flavour, and as a special treat, Nine Lives Bazaar gifted me the stunning Harper Mini Dress in Kasbah—a kaleidoscope of colour and effortless bohemian charm. I styled it off the shoulder with statement accessories: layered gold belts cinched at the waist, my go-to riding boots, and a pop of orange via a bold handbag. As always, layers of my favourite gold jewels completed the look, adding a touch of retro-glam to match the electric energy of the night.

With a view that stretched endlessly over the coastline, the rooftop was the perfect location for a celebration of bold style and fresh flavours. Sipping passionfruit margaritas under a candy-coloured sky, guests danced, mingled, and revelled in the nostalgia of a bygone era—perfectly fitting for a hotel that oozes rock and roll soul. Later, I retreated downstairs to one of the Pink Hotel’s neon-lit, retro-themed rooms, where the party vibes lingered well into the night.

The passionfruit Azteca Margarita is now available in all good liquor stores, ready to transport you straight to your own rooftop escape. And for those looking to channel effortless boho glamour, the Harper Mini Dress is available now at Nine Lives Bazaar.

Because some nights are simply too good to forget.

Designer and stylist Rada wearing Nine Lives Bazaar tunic dress with layers of belts and gold jewels

two beautiful woman enjoying the sunset on the rooftop of the Pink Hotel with friends

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