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Barcelona

Barcelona, Spain

If you guys have seen our latest adventure vlog from our time in Barcelona, you know the city wasn’t the usual sunny, joyful paradise we were used to visiting. We arrived an hour after the awful tragedy that occurred on Las Ramblas, claimed the lives of 13 people, and injured 100 others. The culprits were still at large and the manhunt taking place was covered on every news channel and radio station. The heightened security procedures in the streets and in our hotel made us feel more anxious than safe and the mood of the city was dark to say the least.

The people of Barcelona were sad for their city, and as tourist  we felt guilty for even being there. To see locals, bend over backwards to make sure our little vacation wasn’t bothered or altered in any was blew my mind. If I heard one more person apologize for what occurred I was going to have to start hugging strangers and ask them to shut up. I wanted to tell everyone to go home, check on your loved ones, take a day off. It was a lot to handle for anyone let alone the people who call the city home. Yet their worries and anxiety revolved around guests having the best possible experience. To say we felt bad inconveniencing anyone would be the understatement of the century.

After 2 days spent held up in our hotel at my father’s request, we finally sneaked out of our little fortress, to take a tour of the vibrant city we love so much. Todos Con Barcelona, was something that was felt on every street corner, and plaza. As we were living fearful and guilt ridden in our little bubble  life went on in Barcelona, and the city refused to let their oppressors win. We wondered at the gothic architecture, binged on tapas, drank Estrella, and wandered the city. We finished our day at Las Ramblas, in a crowd of hundreds mourning the events that took place and honouring those who had lost their lives. No one was scared, no one was fearful, no one let the events that took place take the city’s spirit away. I regretted ever spending a minute more in that hotel room.  We love you, and your people Barcelona, and cannot wait to come back and visit soon.

Zara headband, Rayban sunnies, Storets dress, Chanel backpack, and Golden Goose Deluxe Brand Sneakers

Pink Problems

Montreal, Quebec

I often say it would be impossible for me to define my style. I like what I like, and never want to overanalyse the deep rooted reasons and references why, find a common denominator, and finally be able to pinpoint what it is in a garment that makes my heart tick. All this to give myself a fun label like boho, street, or minimalist. Nah not my steez. I prefer to belong within all the labels and therefore, none of the labels…you know what I mean? Woooo this got deep and complicated real fast. Eclectic has always been a word I’m comfortable with, when asked about my personal style, because it’s the ultimate non-answer. You’re asking me what kind of clothes I like to wear and I respond with a word that basically means all the clothes, but somehow still answer the question, in an educated, well spoken sort of manner.  Tadaaa the loop holes of the english language everyone.

How did I get on this tangent? Right…what I was trying to get to is that if I had to describe my personal style in this very moment eclectic wouldn’t be the word I would use, I would simply say pink. I gots the pink fever, can’t stop won’t stop. Every time a dusty rose, to baby pink anything finds its way in my line of sight it becomes instant attraction. Must make it mine. I’ve become so dependant on my bebe pink that I’m scared my styling game has been a little lazy. Caveman mentality has set in and in my mind pink = good. Not sure what to wear? Just sprinkle a little pink on there and you’re ready to go! All this to say this #OOTD is a perfect example of how sick my little obsession has become…just put down the pastels Claude…just put them downnnnn.


Saint-Laurent sunnies, Silence + Noise dress, vintage Chanel blazer, Dior Saddle Bag, and Vans Old Skools. 

I Left My Brain in the Desert

Indio, California

Today is Tuesday and I am still recovering from Coachella. My brain power has yet to find its way back from wherever it is it went (Tequilatown), and I’m literally scratching my head trying to type something coherent. The rest of this is probably not going to be my best work. You’ve been warned.

We all know that people don’t go to festivals for the music anymore. They do so to get dressed in a free spirited manner, that isn’t free spirited at all because the entire ensemble is usually assembled 2+ months in advance. I digress, there’s a reason people invest so much time and money into looking free as can be. Because it is SO. MUCH. FUN. For millennials it’s pretty much Halloween, but a clown or witch costume would probably look saner.

All this being said day one of the festival was pretty tame for me. After being bombarded by the TOMMY x GIGI collaboration all over social media a couple months back I knew I had to pull a piece for the occasion. The entire collection should have been called “we want you to wear this to Coachella” because that literal message is the only more obvious way Tommy could have gotten his message across. Guess it worked because here we are folks. Wearing look 54 worn by Bella Hadid to the first day of Coachella. All kidding aside this is probably one of my favourite festival looks ever. I felt pretty and day one was fun. There was music and stuff. It was cool. Told you this wouldn’t be my best work…Day 2 of Coachella coming soon!


Brixton cap, denim chokers from Dolls Kill, TOMMY X GIGI dress, Chanel backpack, and Superga sneakers.

Get a Life

New York, New York

Sorry this one is a little bit late guys! Big things are coming, and they seem to have taken over. Also we bought a house, so… Venturing into adulthood seems to be pretty time consuming and stressful so don’t mind if I leave this little #OOTD post over here without a long rant about my current state of mind. This was probably one of my favourite looks I put together during fashion week, as it incapsulated so many pieces I loved that somehow worked together. It is also the coldest I had been all week, and though the pictures came out ok, I felt as though I was fighting the wind all the way up 57th street. Tears were streaming down my face and it wasn’t because I lost something I couldn’t replace…see what I did there. If you don’t, good, it means you have a better sense of humour than I, as well as life.

Get a life….man I miss that expression. So senseless, and rudimentary, yet so straightforward. If in dire need of a comeback (because that always happens) just use that one, honestly. I feel like the nostalgia of it alone will get you the upper hand regardless of what you were arguing in the first place. On the other hand, I’ve been so busy getting a life, that I forgot how cool it is not to have one. Spending all your time indoors watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer on Netflix and eating babka, sounds like nirvana right about now.  Anywhoo have a lovely weekend my little chickens, and don’t be in too big a rush to “get a life”. It’s seriously overrated.

Creamsicle Colour Palette

Brixton hat, Chanel sunglasses, Hermes silk scarf, Topshop coat and embellished jeans, vintage Harley tee, Louis-Vuitton backpack, and Christian Dior boots.