TGIF y’all! I don’t know if you have noticed, but I very rarely wear make up, mostly due to laziness, but I found it works for me! With the wedding coming up I went to visit the incredible Leslie-Ann Thomson, my make up artist of almost 10 years (yes i’m that old, and probably started wearing make up prematurely as a oversexualized tween) so I could try on my bridal face. As a young lad(y) my face was nicely caked up as we were living in the Paris Hilton, Jessica Simpson era, but the Kardashians have not perverted my grooming habits the way those early 2000 blondes did, so I mostly go bare faced now. This above is one of the rare occasions you will see Claude made up in the wild. Seriously –its not a super common thing- again not because I have a Victoria Secret fresh face and look that good waking up, but because I am in fact incredibly fucking lazy. So here it is folks, full hair and make up…you like? It’s crazy how some face paint, visible bra, and midriff can take you from being a mostly demure young woman back to your 13 years old slutty phase. Have a lovely weekend!
“Why don’t you go back to your home on whore island!”
Chanel necklace, hobo gloves, Boy Bag, and combat boots, Zara toggle military blazer, Agent Provocateur bra, Bracelets from Hermes, David Yurman (similar), and Cartier (similar), One Teaspoon destroyed tank (similar), and Diesel Jogg jeans.
Montreal Easter Sunday
Happy Easter Monday to all my Christian, Catholic and Orthodox friends, of course happy Passover to my Jewish buddies, happy day off to my hooky playing atheists, and finally a happy belated 420 to all my stoner comrades! Jesus Christ has been resurrected and now we will all support the Cadbury brand and eat chocolate shaped rabbits and ducks to celebrate! In all seriousness I hope all of you had a lovely holiday weekend and spent time with your loved ones!…and ate tons of chocolate, because if no one else did i’m going to look significantly larger then the rest of you. My fiancé brought home a Ferrero Rocher filled bunny rabbit, and just like that all the hard work that went into cleanse week was erased. At least the weather has been kind and it is finally feeling like spring outside, ergo the shorts I am sporting! Love all of you wonderful CC readers, wear pastels and enjoy this holy holiday from god to ganja!
Fille a Papa snapback, Porsche Design aviators (similar), Arm party starring, David Yurman, Cartier (similar), Hermes, and Tous (similar), Doma leather jacket (similar), Cheap Monday knit (similar), One Teaspoon shorts (similar), Celine Phantom tote, and Chanel granny shoes.
Ellen and Natasha Necklaces and Sally ring from ShopBettyRay.com. Use ConscienceCoupable discount code CCno5 at checkout for 20% off!
As some of you may already know, I am getting married in about a month, and like any typical vain, narcissistic, self-involved, woman of my generation, I wanna look prettay and supa’ skinnay on the most important day of my life. This takes me to the worst week of my entire existence, the day where my nutritionist (yes i have a nutritionist for wedding body prep, bugger off) uttered the words “we are going to start you on a week long cleanse.” You never really realize how limited your social life and hobbies become when you remove food and alcohol from the equation, seriously think about it. Restaurant, that’s obviously out! Drinks with friends, forget about it. Then we move on to the fun 6th grade b-day party activities like mini-putting, mug painting, and laser quest, but really, what 20 something underfed woman is in the fucking mood to paint a goddamn mug. Not me! We went to see 4 movies that week. FOUR FUCKING MOVIES! All this to explain that the reason I look like Chuckie at his most demonic is because, in fact this is me in my deepest darkest “fuck off” phase. Hunger grumps are a serious understatement.
Hell Hath No Fury Like a Starving Woman
Zara coat, T by Alexander Wang top, One Teaspoon overalls, Alexander Wang rainbow Rocco, Chanel boots.
I’ve got no reason to complain, I live a complete and blessed life, full of adventure!…but fuck do I wish I was at Coachella right now. Every year it’s always the same thing, “next year we’re going for sure!”..and yet again as I lay here in bed going through my instagram feed, I get the most epic case of FOMO ever known to man. Why I want to go you ask?..well, I want to wear my #peachloveandshit clothes without getting strange looks from people (not that it’s ever stopped me before), and, of course, I want a reason to buy more 70s festival wear. Everyone says they were born in the wrong era, but fo’ serious psychedelia and I would have gotten along just splendidly, better then living through everyone’s “Emo” phase, i’ll tell you that much. I mean what is our era going to be known for?…house music…seriously?! It is a known fact that our generation is indeed lazy as fuck, but must we even respect the “music” and endorse millionaire disc jockeys (ya, that’s right what did you think DJ stood for) for pushing play and waving their hands up while thousand of doped up tweens dance as if they were getting exorcised. Ok that actually sounds like a pretty good time, and not that far from dropping acid and watching Hendrix asking “Are You Experienced?” But you kinda get the point i’m making don’t you? Hypocrisy is bitch and she lives within me, another rant courtesy of Claude on CC. Anyways all this to say having Coachella envy I wore this, then I ate a lot, and it wasn’t so comfortable or cute anymore…
Osheaga will have to suffice
Alexander McQueen headscarf (similar), Porsche Design aviators (similar), Nasty Gal necklace, rings and handpiece (similar), bracelets by David Yurman (similar) and Cartier (similar), vintage Rolex watch, Zara shirt, Alice & Olivia maxi skirt, Alexander Wang Rockie duffel, and Chanel sandals.
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