I hate writing these weather post, but really right now? I feel I have no choice but to acknowledge the chilly elephant in the room and bitch about mother nature. After spending the majority of 2016 in Miami, I was looking forward to finally spending time in our hometown. Can’t say I’m too pleased. How can I describe the current temperature? Wet shit maybe? Seriously, its rainy, its snowy, its slushy…its just plain old yucky if you ask me. Can you believe tourism is a thing here? I mean yes its beautiful architecture and yada yada yada, but Montreal ain’t no exotic land. We have literally not taken a second since we stepped of that plane in our homeland of Canada, and mama needs some vitamin D to keep going. Thankfully with Coachella around the corner, we will be leaving the tundra for the desert of Palm Springs, and I can promise that this time I will not be complaining about the heat! We have so much exciting news and posts to share with you, from new city food guide, to amazing collaborations, and I cannot wait to take you kids along for the ride! Until then let us gather together and perform some kind of anti-rain dance. Springtime, we are very fuckign ready for you.
Still unsure about this mismatched greens situation
Nasty Gal hat, Ray Ban “Timeless Rounds”, Deux Lions choker, Vince coat, Zara dress, Louis-Vuitton bag with Anya Hindmarsh stickers, and Balmain ranger boots.
Happy April’s Fools my little chickens! Though the title of this post may incite that I have some sort of practical joke to play on you my lovely readers, that is not the case. We are back in Montreal after our flight landed at midnight last night from Miami, and about to set sail on a six hour drive to Toronto, so this baby “holiday” kinda went unnoticed in the midst of all the travel hoopla. I do however have that same long ass drive alone to devise a master plan to fuck with my loved ones. Fake pregnancy is always a good one! Credible, but not super original. Flaming bag of shit on your doorstep? Too far, too far. Guess I’ll have to go with a classic. Saran Wrap on toilet seat…man I’m disappointed in myself. Having hardcore pranking inclinations as a child, I seem to have lost my touch over the years. Not to worry though. Google will come and save the day, as I’ll most likely plagiarize a devious plan on the interwebs. Or maybe I’ll just convince my buddies to go see Batman v. Superman, and tell them how great it was. That’s ten dollars and two and a half hours they’ll never see again. Are you devoting more brainpower than you’d care to admit on a potential hoax to traumatize your friends and family? If so, please do not hesitate to contact me, I’m taking suggestions.
Christmas colour palette always slayssss
Curtler & Gross sunglasses, Deux Lion choker, Balmain blazer, Elizabeth & James shirt, Topshop jeans, Gucci “Dionysus” bag, and Givenchy shoes.
New York, New York
A couple weeks ago my husband, his best friend and I took a little roadtrip to The Big Apple. Yes, I can still be considered a tourist therefore can continue to call New York “The Big Apple”, screw dem haters. The reason for this speedy journey down to the US of A was an appointment with my favourite tattoo artist Bang Bang. I had planned this adventure quite a while back and couldn’t believe the day where I would lay on a bed in agony for several hours had finally arrived. The process was not as painful as anticipated, as my previous experience with rib tattoos was anything but pleasant, but Bang, and being alone at the shop after hours made it bearable. I took it like a woman (I’m a feminist kay?) while watching Alice in Wonderland, and 4 hours later voilà, my canvas of a body was the proud owner of permanent art. I’m going to be a mean looking’ grandma. This #OOTD moment, was captured the following day at the Mondrian Soho before leaving my favourite big fruit of a city, as I attempted to keep everything away from what felt like a blistering open wound. Hope you enjoy. PS someone’s having a birthday this week, best tune in December 13th to check it out!
Vintage sunglasses, (similar), Yves Salomon coat (similar), Alexander Wang for H&M shirt, vintage Levis mom jeans (similar), Celine Phantom bag, and Zara boots.
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