guilty conscience fashion blog

June 2017

The New Classic

Montreal, Canada

Everyone loves a good throwback, but don’t confuse them with the classics. I’m all about revisiting the nostalgia of my childhood in the 90s, and my style is not exception. I kid you not when I say, I had a similar if not identical baseball cap in 1998. It was a cool statement piece then, and it’s an even better one now. From my tone on tone hot pink tank and capri pant ensemble in my 6s and 7s, to SJP in her fedora and pinned fuchsia cardigan dancing to Lenny Kravitz’s “Lady”, GAP has had an influence on how I wear clothes from the get-go. I have distinct memories of both big life events, and little moments wearing the brand, which gives me warm fuzzies everytime I slip into their denim and garments today. It almost feels like I have a personal relationship with the brand in a way I don’t with so many others that I once revered and have since come and gone.

The GAP has been with me since the beginning. The early years, through the tumultuous tween/teenhood, my dip into young adulthood, and is still present with me today. I mean I have family members that skipped some of the more annoying phases, so thats saying a lot. All kidding aside, there are very little, if any other brands that have stuck with me, and not only stayed new and relevant through all the fads and trends, but continued to have that positive connotation and happy feeling attached to their name. GAP, is a constant. I mean, what other brand makes a Canadian tuxedo look just as good in 1994 as it does in 2017….That my friends is why you don’t mess with the classics.


Gap hat, denim jacket, jeans, slip-on sneakers, and Gucci bag.

I Want Candy

Montreal, Quebec

I’m so full…but like actually. I have been living off a strict diet of sour gummy worms and Old Dutch BBQ chips for the past week or so and I’m starting to feel it. Funnily enough my body seems to have adapted quite nicely, and hasn’t been too cruel when my scale and I get to get together to catch up. I think it’s from the years of  training my metabolism I had living off junk food in high school. Seriously though, at the time Twix and Kit Kat bars were a part of a nutritious breakfast. I’m living a sugar renaissance really. I mean health wise I’m sure I’m shaving minutes or hours off my life somehow, but man I’ve been having a great time eating Glosettes in my car, and pairing Doritos as the starch to my protein. I’m starting to wonder…is candy and crap food the secret to happiness?

I feel some type of rebellious, laughing off the potential of a summer body while going through my stash of Cadbury Cream Eggs from Easter, and I’m not going to lie, I feel better than I have in quite some time. As the famous singer songwriter Sheryl Crow once sang…”if it makes you happy it can’t be that ba-a-a-ad”. So I say as long as we haven’t felt the effects of scurvy, and our arteries are still somewhat operational, let’s celebrate the small, simple, and bad things in life that make us happy. Come on girls, let us eat cake!

Vintage bandana, hoop earrings from Claire’s (not even kidding), Fenty X Puma sweatshirt dress, Louis-Vuitton backpack, and Christian Louboutin shoes.