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November 17, 2011

its horrific outside, I should never have gotten out of bed and I wouldn’t have if I didn’t have to meet someone for lunch. I tried to get my stuff together to go work afterwards but it was so cold and rainy and miserable and gray and so on and so forth that I just went home and hid. I’ve gotten nothing done all afternoon, so I went out and bought a big bottle of water and a pack of Werther’s chewables, like a grandma who’s still got all her teeth.

I searched the package for information that creamy chewy caramel prevents suicide…apparently not?

its time for summer to come back so we can return to living on the beach,
swimming to cure everything and believing that this is how it will always and can ever only be

get our bike licenses and learn to surf,
build a hanging camp tent and never come home.

every year we forget that there is a reality outside of summer,
till we find ourselves mid November popping vitamin D caps like they’re sweet tarts.

winter isn’t easy.


October 21, 2011


the most intriguing and beautiful man to walk the planet.




October 11, 2011



Vote for this beauty on Cover Me Canada.

May 28, 2011

friends making magic.

March 7, 2011

”  The point is, fashion is the armour to survive the reality of every day life…”

Having lived out east for five years, I got dressed for Bill every time I went out to New York. I’d wander off from friends, meander through streets with my eyes peeled for that iconic blue coat. Disappointed every time, I never actually got to see him in action.

Ions before Scott Schuman or Tommy Ton, there was Bill – a pioneer like  no other.
The original king of street style photography. It’s about time someone paid him some mad credit.

March 3, 2011

Mid November, Garance Dore did a quick little post about a bad ass little pair of Giuseppe Zanotti boots that belonged to her friend Masha (I salute you fellow Russian sister!) sparking an obsession that has lasted up until this past week…

Their image was burned into my brain and from then on began the hunt for the ideal Spring boots; soft soft leather, chunky mid heel, ankle height, masculine in a rock and roll-esque way….and now I have found them.

I have fallen for a babe that goes by Norma Chelsea. She is an ankle boot by Michael Kors. She may not be a Zanotti – but let’s be frank, she’s not a bad runner up. Her smooth leathery exterior makes for the perfect curves around your feet. With her single studded back, her wedge heel and her rugged sole, she makes me want to hop on a motorcycle or better yet, kick one over just for the hell of it.

Dear Michael,
You are an anomaly in my life. I really don’t care for you as a person – from your tan to your relationship with Heidi Klum – something about you just drives me crazy. Problem is, you know what you’re doing and thus I adore almost everything you create. So while this makes things slightly difficult, I have to give praise where it is due. Although I’m not as fond of your Fall Winter 2011 collection as I was of Spring , I do however adore the two dresses below and want to wear them with my incredible new booties. They came home yesterday and thus far we’re having a ball together!

Yesterday, this is what we wore together…


we’re having a little trouble with symmetry as well as patience these days, we’ll work on that, it’s a group effort really.

Over sized sweater and scarf by Wilfred. vintage chapeau.


now all I have to do is find a way to get these Zanotti’s…out of my head..

but that little glitter toe…it just won’t go…

thought of the hour: when I say Zanotti too many times, I begin to crave cannoli like crazy.

February 24, 2011

One of my favorite interruptions is when you’re researching one thing – going through pages and pages of articles, book after book or say video after video, writing opinion after fact on one particular topic when suddenly, you stumble upon something that makes you go dead silent in your already silent room, sit up, rewind and listen, eyes fixed on the screen. It’s within the realm… but totally unrelated… and seconds later you’re distracted by something within that and before you know it – off you go, digging through the internet for information on someone or something completely unrelated, forgetting completely what you had set out to do in the first place.

Last night, while trying to get an opinion formed on Fall/Winter Fashion week 2011, I stumbled up on this new short film by Douglas Keeve…

my favorite moment is at 2:04.
there is nothing more real than the sorrow in her voice as she tries to be optimistic. And the look… that look on her face is the exact look every girl has on her face as she spaces out while eating a sandwich, thinking about how empty she feels.
i love it when people just nail it like that!

Douglas, as many may know, is not exactly new to short or documentary style fashion films. He has also made full length films such as Seamless and Unzipped as well as the highly adored Tom Ford short In Treatment and an abundance of others centered around the fashion world and it’s vices.

below are my four favorite looks out of the seventeen presented by TSE in New York, ironically enough, on Valentines day…

those cropped pants and over sized turtle necks are the epitome of Audrey Hepburn.
you know that scene in Breakfast at Tiffany’s when she’s sitting at home knitting while trying to learn Portuguese, the outfit in the top right is so reminiscent of the one she wears just as the pot on the stove blows up unexpectedly and they decide to go out for dinner.
Pierre Cardin – sited as their main influence for Fall 2011 – didn’t dress Audrey much in her day, but had he taken the spacey fabrics and bright colors and toned the simple lines and silhouettes he used down into basics like those created by Jessica Groom and Dushane Noble, perhaps he would have.

anyone and everyone is doing turtle necks for Fall/Winter 2011 – although a fan in theory but rarely in concept, I’m stoked on finding a huge over sized one (like every sweater in my life) with a big, looser neck to hid my nose in from the cold.

realization of the hour: every time I talk about Breakfast at Tiffany’s, I start to crave croissants like crazy.

The thing  I got distracted by though, the second the film started, was the music. After the mere first few words of the chanteuse I was anxiously googling the lyrics – had Regina Spektor released a new album without my knowing?? …how had I, the queen of sappy music, overlooked such a voice with such  a song??

Easy – her name is Alana Stewart, she’s unsigned and fairly, unless you listen to college radio I suppose, unknown.

She has yet to release an EP, let along an album. She has some home made CD’s and loves busking in metro stations. She sings about matters of the heart and the second i heard her voice, mine stopped.

“so imagine a set of sheets without a lovers scent, and just know that there are those that don’t have what we had”

“your angled shoulders….would have no space for my cheek …and your lowly look,  hung over your head, wouldn’t hurt my heart, like it did last week…..but you’re just concrete, and words cast aside…I’d be so sad if you died..”

photos for TSE from others source unknown.