New York Day Two
Like most of the non-sociopathic individuals on this earth, I love animals, like adore! So you can understand my predicament when I get rumbly in my tumbly and decide to eat mammal of some kind, how the whole situation becomes a bit of a conflict of interest. Theres vegans, pescatarians, I consider myself a hypocritical vegetarian, love em’ to death, but I wear em’ and eat em’. It’s obtuse I know, and in my twisted psyche i actually take it seriously. I refuse to eat lobster or shrimp because at the point of ingestion they maintain the same form as they once did when alive. Where am I going with this rant you ask? I love my snakeskin boots, and hate myself for loving them. Same thing goes for fur of course, but shit get’s even more serious when god’s creatures are fluffy. Animal cruelty is primal, disgusting and makes my skin crawl no pun intended…but If this beautiful reptile already lost its life, I will honour him by making sure those boots kill, pun intended, every ensemble they are a part of. I sold my soul for Tom Ford…and I swear I just feel awful about it.
I’ll stick to Stella McCartney’s vegan leathers next time
Max Azria knit beanie, Zara jacket, Current Elliott denim shirt, 3.1 by Phillip Lim shirt, American Apparel leather skirt, Balmain Pierre bag, and Tom Ford anaconda boots
NEW YORK DAY TWO
We all watched it. We all loved it. We all became embarrassed that we continued watching it after it turned to shit…but none the less that B and S BS will remain in our hearts and styles forever. Specimen one pictured above and below. The coloured tights, headbands, the demure slips conveniently worn when giving an impromptu, yet class act, striptease, B seemed to have it all, but S got all the style merit by rolling out of bed and putting on whatever was on the floor. Fucking effortless bitches. Moss meets Hepburn, call me crazy but that shit sounds like the perfect storm. So in honour of the city and the dearly departed GG voici my ode to Blair Waldorf meets Serena Van Der WTV. XOXO Gossip Girl
Stella McCartney wool cap, Sonia Rykiel bow necklace, Nasty Gal cape coat, skirt and socks, Holt Renfrew leather gloves, Acne Pistol boots, and Chanel Boy bag
NEW YORK DAY ONE
By the time we finally got into the city the clock was about the strike twelve. After exerting all my energy into Woodbury and trying to find a way onto this godforsaken island that didn’t involve traffic we were pretty pooped and boy were we hungry…Side note the second member of this “we” team that will be mentioned from now until forever is Peter, my fiancé, patient photographer, and Thor look-alike…he’s pretty dreamy. I digress, he’s not so charming when fucking starving, so after sending off the bell boy on the epic quest that was unloading the 50 garment bags and suitcases from our vehicle, we started the hunt. We landed on The Dutch on Sullivan, and safe to say we were satisfied. Here is the recorded footage from our search to end hunger. The pissed as fuck look is genuine and is directly correlated to the lack of food in my belly.
Mixed Patterns Work When Not Giving a Fuck
Coco Made Me Do it beanie, Allsaints chain and leather biker pants, vintage plaid shirt, Zara houndstooth jacket, Etsy Chanel IPhone5S case, and Christian Louboutin Rolling Spikes flats
NEW YORK DAY ONE
The trip from Montreal to New York takes approximately an hour by plane, so why take the road trip option that takes 5 hours more than the air way?…Easy, pit stop at Woodbury Common Premium Outlet. I’m talking Tom Ford, Saint-Laurent, La Perla, the works…all at a fraction of the price. Belinda Carlisle had probably hit up the De La Renta Outlet when she sang that “heaven” is in deed “a place on earth.” Is it overwhelming… yes, awesomely so…absolutely. You see outlet shopping takes a ton of discipline, endurance, and stamina, I’m mean serious self control. It’s not because that Gucci Canadian flag purse is 50% off that it deserves any more of a spot in your closet. So of course I bought it anyway. Store to store the bags just keep piling on, the motorcycle leather jacket that was a light option suddenly feels like a spa body wrap treatment, and soon enough the beads of sweat come streaming down. It’s time to go hard or get the fuck out. I once stated that “shopping was my cardio”…well outlet shopping is the half-marathon I was training for during those practice rounds. All that to say, it’s not quite a trip to H&M when designer collabs are released, but nonetheless it is SERIOUS.SHIT.
A Little Comfort for the Road
Urban Oufitters hat, Isabel Marant for H&M scarf, AllSaints leather jacket and dress, Celine Trapeze bag, and Isabel Marant wedge boots
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