I have finally regained brain function after this past weekend’s festivities. It is Wednesday night everyone…I am talking a 3 day hangover. Unheard of, even for me! The bachelorette ceremonies started on Friday where Peter and I invited all our friends to Bremner, our favourite restaurant, to share the best food in the world before segregating the sexes for the coming days. That evening is where I wore my best tulle and this lovely provocative getup! After a night out it was time for phase 2, and my incredible group of girlfriends surprised me with a limo ride up to our country home where the real party begun. What happens in St-Adèle stays in St-Adèle thankfully, so I will not share the naked truth *wink wink*. When Sunday’s hangover reared it’s ugly head it was time for our third party, a Veuve Clicquot themed brunch for the champagne’s yellow week celebration in Montreal at Buonanotte restaurant. Just when I thought I was going to call it a day, after facing all the celebration a girl possibly can while not dying of alcohol poisoning, the third bottle of Veuve kicked in and I was at it again. I woke up with alcohol bloats and incredibly greasy hair from a not so thorough attempt at washing my hair. Apparently I got a little excited with my moroccan oil after a night of drinking. It was Monday and I was devastatingly dead, but we had a Lana Del Rey concert to go to so I got my shit together…kinda, sorta. Tuesday was almost as difficult as the day prior, and on a whim my fiancé and I headed to the Bell Center to watch playoff game #3 between the Bruins and Canadiens. Those are hockey teams, for you sport illiterates. We won, I got excited, I had a beer, or 6. So here I am now Wednesday evening, attempting to write my entry for tomorrow, and it’s not so funny and kinda super long. So sorry for rambling, and for some not so clever stripper references disguised as “naked truth”. I am better then this. Sorry all. Enjoy the pretty pictures, i’m going to bed. ZZZZZZ….. Skimpy outfits make for short #OOTD credits
I have a guilty conscience
So as many of you may already know Canada is made up of 10 provinces, one of which is Quebec, where french is employed as a native tongue. I am French Canadian. This means I get ridiculed by the likes of television shows like “How I Met Your Mother” and have a nice french twang that the the French from France say they find charming then mock. It’s been hard for me you know…ok not really. After I caught on to this whole anglophone thing all was pie, AND I get to say I am bilingual, which apparently gets my some street cred in the professional world (yet to be experienced btw). Anyway, the capital of our great province, is unimaginatively named the same thing as the state itself, therefore last week I was in Quebec, Quebec visiting my family. I took advantage of this opportunity to showcase my francophone roots, pose next to some white and blue Fleur-de-lis flags, and hit up some souvenir stores for some prideful swag. That’s right all, I now own a T-shirt that says “J’men Calise!”. You curious?..Look it up! C moié le boss
Undefeated Boss snapback, Blaque Label blazer (similar), All Saints necklace (similar), Zara dress, Bracelets, watch, and rings from Nasty Gal, Cartier (similar), David Yurman (similar), Hermes, Sydney Evans, Nike, and Tiffany & Co., Celine Phantom Bag, and Christian Louboutin Intern flats.
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.
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! Baby colours=Pastels
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.
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