guilty conscience fashion blog

September 2016

That’s Amore

_w7c9692 Rome, Italy

Happy humpday kids! Nothing screams Wednesday quite as much as dressing inappropriately for the weather and riding in a tiny clown car with no AC all over Rome, am I right? So I thought what better time than now, to share our adventures in the eternal city with you today. All jokes, aside this day visiting Rome was the most surreal and wonderful experience I’ve ever had traveling. I felt transported back in time, and Hepburn-esque riding in these adorable death machines. Sidenote, I say Hepburn”esque” because we all know Miss Audrey wasn’t one to show as much cleave’ and navel, but slutty little me is apparently.

From the Coloseum to the the Knights of Malta keyhole, we saw it all, as this was only the beginning of what became the tourist adventure of a lifetime. I can’t spoil all the good stuff from the rest of the trip yet, but let’s just say, you’ll be getting more island vibes from the #OOTD from our next stop. Until then, behold my swassy self, not letting them beads of sweat get me down, and having the time of my life.

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Note to self: STOP telling people how sweaty you always are…it ain’t cute.

Eugenia Kim “Daydreamer” hat, Celine sunnies, Storets top, Topshop “Mom” jeans, vintage Hermes “Kelly” bag, and Prada slippers.

La Dolce Vita

_w7c9488 Rome, Italy

The time has come for our Eurotrip rewind to commence! I am so excited to be sharing all of our adventures with you over the coming weeks and Rome feels like a pretty spectacular place to start. We arrived in the eternal city, jet lagged and hungry, but resolved those problems impressively quickly. Looking back at our four days in rome, yes, I think of finally setting my eyes upon the Sistine Chapel after staying up all night due to jet lag, and strolling past the Spanish steps shopping around Via Condotti, but what particularly stands out is the food. The incredible, scrumptious, cream and carb filled food.  Shocker, I know.

Any chance that presented itself to feast on fresh pasta with cream sauce we took, even if it meant ingesting five rather large meals a day. The words Cacio E Pepe and Carbonara, still incite some kind of unwarranted anticipation even writing them now. I mean the pizza, and fried everything didn’t hurt either, but nowhere in Italy, or in all of my life for that matter, did I try those dishes as poignantly mastered as in Roma.

 I also had a bit of a love affair with the Roman Jewish cuisine, but I’m not sure I should talk about how eating  Carciofi all Giudia made me want to convert and move to Italy. My lord and saviour Jesus Christ wouldn’t like that. Moving on… Here is a little #OOTD from my parentals’ room which features and obnoxiously spectacular view of of the Spanish Steps. These images were shot moments before heading off to another kamikaze binge eating session. I’ve used these words before without truly meaning them, but after my time in Rome I can honestly say, all I care about in life is pasta and like three people… _w7c9398 _w7c9478 _w7c9382 _w7c9472 _w7c9403 _w7c9390 _w7c9456 _w7c9433 _w7c9418 _w7c9509 _w7c9437 _w7c9484 _w7c9552 _w7c9551 _w7c9532 _w7c9522 _w7c9471 Pasta…a great way to fill out any article of clothing.

Celine sunnies, Storets earrings, Nasty Gal neck scarf, For Love and Lemons dress, vintage Hermes Kelly, and Manolo Blank “Chaos” sandals.

 

Goodbye my Summer

_w7c8341 Montreal, Canada

We are back! After a little European sabbatical it feels so nice to return to you and have so much sick shit to share in the coming weeks. We shot my favourite #OOTDs in all of our favourite cities from Paris, to Capri, to Amsterdam and I can’t wait to throw all that content on the blog, and rant about how much I ate. Something feels strange about being back though I must admit. I hate resorting to talking about the weather, but when did September happen and when did Summer kinda start ending? I feel like we spent all those good sunny months in front of our computer screens and aside from the miraculous weeks across the pond, summer vacay didn’t feel very vacationy at all. As someone who calls Canadialand her home I cherish those 3-4 months where the sun gods are in our favour…because let’s face it, in our native Canada, Winter is ALWAYS coming.  So here is my pitch finish reading this, check out the cool pictures, from that time I sweat a lot before an amazing Grey Goose event, and wore a awesome boho power suit, but then go play outside! We got to take what we can get kids, and September is all we got left, so take it all in. I leave you with this jem of a song from the mid 2000s, by the only man that has ever been sad enough to sit cross legged. Love you my little chickens, so happy to be back. _w7c8269 _w7c8282 _w7c8347 _w7c8362 _w7c8307 _w7c8388 _w7c8369 _w7c8399 _w7c8281 _w7c8384 _w7c8391 …aint nothin’ sexy about swass

Gucci leather aviators, For Love and Lemons suit, Louis-Vuitton “Skin Rings”, Chanel bag, and Manolo Blahnik “Chaos” sandals.