So we went to the Miley Cyrus show when the Bangerz circus drove into town. Turns out I know about the songstress’ notorious antics more then I do her music, making for many instances of awkward sing-a-long. You know those moments when you sing one thing but the lyric is no where near what you thought it was. “Kitty Kitty” in Britney Spears’ I’m A Slave For You anyone!? Do not feel bad for our girl Miley though! A room full of peroxide blonde pixie heads were reciting her poetic raps for the rest of us old, unaware, and obviously undersexed beings, according to the “Cyrus labia groping richter scale” of course. Favourite moment of the show? When Ms. Cyrus sang her single “Adore You”, and told her audience to experiment with their sexuality by kissing their same sex buddy!…on kiss cam… Never in my life have I seen so much desperation to be on a jumbo screen. I’m talking HUNDREDS of cute late teens just going at it, as if backstage passes were lodged in their comrades esophaguses. What has happens to the female sex, the fairer sex! Have some goddamn self respect!…That being said my fiancé Peter and I did make out the entire time through the song…so totally different though jeez. I ain’t no camera whore! Anyway, I wore my favourite pixie haired blonde on my jacket to the concert that night in order to show them kids where the haircut originated. That’s right!..It’s about time you learn your hairstory youth of America!
My Iconic Blonde
Adeen Trblmkr snapback, Joyrich LA Bart face jacket, Tiffany & Co. key chain, Vintage Chanel chain (similar), Topshop cropped tee and black high waisted jeans, Celine luggage tote, and Chanel motorcycle boots.
A few weeks ago I had the chance to attend the launch of Sarah Jessica Parker’s new shoe line in Miami, and meet Carrie herself. It was a great morning swarmed with thousands of photographers and screaming Sex and the City fans. Luckily we were still able to have a quick chat with the lovely SJP, and having brought my mother as my +1 ,she had the chance to geek out like a middle aged Belieber. What can I say, she’s a fan. It was great to have a bit of unadulterated girl time with my Maman, and have her come along on her first CC adventure. We also scored a couple pairs of Miss. SJP’s new heals and bags, and she was sweet enough to give us the fan girl treatment by leaving her mark on the items. ConscienceCoupable.com even got a shoutout from her SJP instagram account (see here)! Great lady and great haul, as for the lighting during our little photo sesh…well let’s just say neon isn’t my colour.
Shoe Love Is True Love
Zara floral blazer, 100% Capri linen shirt (similar), vintage R chain, Current/Elliott bf jeans, Chanel denim Boybag, and Christian Louboutin Freddy Flats (similar).
Forgive me readers for I have sinned, it has been a week since my last post. Time to get all of you acquainted on what I have been up to since our Disney trip (as i’m sure you’re over mouse ears). After running our little hearts out at the marathon, we headed to New York for one night so I could attend a couple of meetings and job interviews (having “blogger” as a job title gets polite sympathy head nods in conversation), and OH YA, to get my hair FUCKING FIXED. If you haven’t noticed my write ups have been getting worse and worse all due to my new lightened tresses, thats right y’all…i’m blonde! Unfortunately the first man I hired for the job was destined to become a plumber and not in fact a hair colourist, therefore I came out of the salon looking like this. Do not fear, the next post will showcase the 2.0 version of my locks which came out rather nicely. Until then please enjoy my early 2000’s inspired, streaky moment as a skunk blonde walking around New York City. We ate at The Breslin, a lovely joint with a small urban jungle garden posted at the door (as pictured). There we were, seated in one of those very tight spaces between two other tables, one of which was being eaten on by none other then miss Pamela Love (CFDA runner up and incredible jewellery designer just in case you were wondering). You know those situations when your in what feels like a confined space, and can’t really speak to your buddy because you feel like everyone would be listening/watching…an elevator for instance! Well my fiancé and I spent two whole hours posted next to miss Love too afraid to utter a word to one another, in fear that we may interrupt her incessant…for lack of a better term, bitching. I was going to introduce myself to the woman and tell her how much I love her pieces, but got a little afraid after a while. She on the other hand had no problem whispering oddly loudly to express her hatred of my David Yurman bangles…obviously did not have the same issue with speaking with a lack of personal space. Anyways all this to say that i’m now closely acquainted with Pamela’s business plan, coworkers, finances, husband, and menstrual cycle. Gotta love PLove…she is such an open book.
…ok kind of care…fine i’m devastated
Zara necklace, dress, and coat, Chanel broach and booties, David Yurman bracelets (similar), and Saint-Laurent “sac de Jour”.
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