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The Summer of 2010

New York, New York

This city has always held a special place in my heart. When I was itty bitty, my mother and father let it be known that New York was a magical place. I still have the most vivid memories of having tea with my father at The Plaza, playing the giant piano upstairs in the late great F.A.O. Schwartz toy store, and seeing The Lion King on Broadway for the very first time. Of course there were also the family vacays in the big apple during my rebellious teenage years, but those were a little messier…so let’s keep it romantic and not go there. The first time I ever lived alone was in New York, the Summer of 2009 when I was 17, going to the American Conservatory of Dramatic Arts and then again at 18, with my first big girl job working for Lizzie Grubman PR…but the memories that might be my fondest are the ones that same Summer of 2010 when Peter and I first fell in love.

Let me tell you from experience, if you’re ever going to fall in love, New York might just be the best place to do it. We spent it traveling back and forth, Canada<—>NY every single weekend, refusing to let a week go by without seeing one another, constantly attempting to surprise each other with big gestures, and small thoughtful ones. I dragged Peter to every musical on Broadway, the restaurants I grew up going to with my family, and then there was our legendary weekend in the Hamptons of course. The story of our first Summer might just be too long and epic to resonate as a blog post, so maybe we’ll tell it together one day. All this to say that when Peter and I visit New York City,  even if it’s for work, meetings, or Fashion Week, it has never ceased to be magical. Just the way it felt when I was itty bitty, except maybe even better…

Balenciaga cap and shoes, Juniper + Blanc sunglasses, Iro Paris leather jacket, Uniqlo Mickey Mouse sweater, Storets skirt, and Christian Dior tote.

 

Havana, ooh-na-na

Little Havana, Miami

Isn’t just me that can’t get that song out of my head is it…? We have been back in our home town for almost a month now and have really enjoyed the little bit of winter we got left. That being said, seeing the snow melt while looking back at photos of our time in Miami is odly satisfying, as I can’t wait to be singing that Camila Cabello ear worm again soon in a more appropriate and less ironic climate.

There’s nothing quite like a Montreal summer. It’s like the city comes alive again, and it’s inhabitants never take a moment for granted, much like in G.O.T, they know winter is always coming, and for us it lasts 8 months out of the year. We might not get visits from White Walkers, but some of us just full out turn into the Night King by the time January comes around. It’s crazy how climate can take a toll on not only your physical state but your emotional wellbeing as well. As Canadians, we all know the cabin fever and pale skin blues that overwhelm us during the colder months, and I’ve always attributed it to the weather. Funnily enough, having skipped Winter this year to migrate to Miami actually had  a similar effect. There’s nothing quite as depressing as spending so many hours indoors working on a screen while looking out at a beautiful sunny day you’re not taking advantage of.

That being said, why is the FOMO always so real no matter where you are. Here I am sitting in our Montreal home that I had been longing to return to for so long, and yet am dreaming of being back in the warm streets of Miami again…This introspective study on what it is a girl wants weather-wise is giving me all kind of Carrie Bradshaw feelings. “And I couldn’t help but ask myself, is the grass truly always greener on the other side…”or should I say the weather always sounds better wherever you’re not. What can I say…Half of my heart is in “little” Havana, ooh-na-na .


Urban Outfitters sunnies and dress, Zara hoop earrings, Louis-Vuitton rings and bag, and Vans “Authentic” sneakers.

…Girls

Walt Disney World, Florida

Happy International Women’s day to all the wonderful readers and supporters that have allowed be to pursue my dreams these past years. Let’s be real, the vast majority of you are girls, women, and some of you are a little in between just like me. It’s thanks to you that I have been able to live through my passions and do what a love everyday and for that I’m eternally thankful. I’ve been thinking lately, why have these narratives pinning women against one another existed since the beginning of time. Are we to blame?..and I came to the conclusion that maybe we are a little, sometimes even without realizing it.

I realize supporting another woman’s success isn’t always easy. Even I, who preaches girl power, equality, and feminism every chance I get, have had those negative thoughts and feelings before. When seeing someone in the same field achieve more than you, getting an opportunity you wished you were given, or even following a path you wished you’d taken, it’s hard sometimes not to ask “why not me,” “I’m just as good,” “just as talented,” maybe even “a better fit”. So why should I celebrate her accomplishment when I wish they were my own…and that ladies is where we’ve been getting it wrong all along. I realize jealousy is a part of our emotional repertoire as humans, but I also know that life is all about perspective. Perhaps you can’t change those feelings and thoughts, but you can change the way you look at them. Someone else’s success means yours is achievable and isn’t as far away as you’d have thought. Someone finally accomplishing the impossible makes it possible, and someone doing it first, paves the way for you to accomplish just as much if not more.

It’s all about what we choose to put out in the universe. Negativity, hate, and all those mean and passive aggressive internet comments we know all too well, truly bring nothing to our journeys, besides maybe a little fire within those who it is directed towards. So why waste the time, the energy, the space, if you can help it. Why let envy leave a stain on your emotional make-up, when you could be doing you, persevering, and finding your way into the other’s shoes.

One lesson I learned early on is Always Love. As simple as it sounds, it’s never failed me. Be proud of the people around you that are working hard making their dreams come true, and celebrate when they finally make them happen, especially women. It’s become no secret when reflecting on the history of our world even to this very day, that these accomplishments require more work and dedication out of us girls, than the other sex will ever know. We must conquer obstacles they’ll probably never be made aware of, let alone face. When women support each other, INCREDIBLE things happen. The bond between us is so powerful, and it is so important for it to be recognized, heard, and celebrated. So next time you feel anger or a little blue when one of us “makes it” somewhere you wish you were, remember all she’s been through to get there, know she’s deserving, and commend her. After all, she’s your ally in the world domination effort that’s already well underway…

Adam Selman for Le Specs glasses, Forever 21 bodysuit, Christopher Raeburn backpack, Adidas track pants, and Gucci dad sneakers.

NOLA

New Orleans, Louisiana

If you currently follow me on instagram you already know that Peter and I jetted off on a little Valentine’s Day escapade earlier this week to a place we had dreamed of visiting for years. New Orleans, had been on my bucket list for as long as I can remember. Growing up my folks used to visit NOLA once a year in February for what they claimed was a “business convention”, and always returned a little more tired then when they departed, but with great stories of late nights on Bourbon street in tow. That mixed with a little Princess and the Frog / American Horror Story: Coven fandom, and our love of traveling with eating as a main objective, I’m honestly surprised it took us this long to visit.

I had always dreamed of making my way through the French Quarter, on the search for king cake, begging strangers on balconies for beads, listening to horn musicians up and down the street, and let’s not forget to mention the parades. The dream had always been Mardis Gras. I wanted to grab as much of that festive spirit, creole food, jazz music, and joie de vivre culture I had heard of my entire life and get the most out of  it. So when that google page loaded and announced that Fat Tuesday fell only one day prior to Valentine’s Day, all the incentive I needed was right there in front of me. I used up some travel points and a few days later there we were. Making our way through the French Quarter, on the search for king cake, begging strangers on balconies for beads, listening to horn musicians up and down Bourbon street, on our way back from the parade. We truly made the most of our first experience in NOLA, and it was everything I had hoped it would be and more. It’s rare that a place you’ve dreamt of visiting almost your entire life turns out better than the movies that made it your dream in the first place…but New Orleans was that good.

That being said, through all the festivities, food hunts, and tourist must do’s, my favourite part of our trip will always be that even though we took our work with us, as we always do, we still made time for each other. New Orleans will always be special to me now, not only because of the unbelievable food, music, and the good times we let roll while visiting, but because fo that romantic week we spent there, the way my parents had all those years ago… 

H&M hat, Ray Ban sunnies, Urban Outfitters dress, Topshop Jamie jeans, Chloé “Nile” bag, and Fenty X Puma cleated creepers.

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