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A Very Mickey Christmas

New York, New York

Oh, how long it’s been since I last wrote you guys a little something on the blog. What can I say, the Holiday season and year end duties seem to have gotten the best of me, and there never seems to be enough hours in the day to accomplish all there is to do. That being said I am thrilled to finally be sharing new images right in time to wish you all the Merriest of Christmases, Happiest Hanukkahs, and Koolest Kwanzaas ever. This whole content creator journey of mine started right here on this very website, and I never tire of thanking all of you for following our lives and adventures from here, to Instagram, to YouTube and giving me the chance to live my life doing something I love everyday. Sorry for the cheese..what can I say…’tis the season to be super grateful.

We have been spending the last week with my folks in Florida and have indulged in some much needed family time and R&R. This year has been both a blast and a blur and the month of December arrived right in time to give our scattered little brains and bodies a little respite. I wouldn’t call it a full on vaca, but I haven’t posted a photo on Instagram in 2 days so I must be doing something right. The real vacation will arrive this coming Saturday morning when Peter, my folks and myself, will head off to Orlando to spend a very merry Christmas in the happiest place on earth. Even snowy Canada can’t rival with how festive Walt Disney World feels at this time of year. Though quite busy, it is one of my very favourite times to visit one of my very favourite places, and to be able to do it with my very favourite people almost feels too good to be true. Of course I will be sharing all of my magical Mickey adventures and outfits in real time on Instagram, but if this is the last I speak to you all before the dawn of yet another year, I wish you my readers, all the happiness, success, health, and love in the world. Thank you for another great one! 2019 should be cool…

Ray Ban “Ja-Jo”, La Marque puffer, Moschino for H&M sweater dress, Dior strap and “Saddle” bag, and Chanel boots.

Capri C’est Fini

Capri, Italy

That right folks, Capri is in fact fini…well, our time there is anyway. Everytime we get the chance to visit the island, my parents just cannot help but quit eand sing Hervé Vilard’s ’65 classic, so considering the location of today’s #OOTD photos, the post’s title came as a no brainer. Capri is one of those rare magical places that really transports you to the glamour of yesteryear, and make you feel like you are living in the movies. It’s beauty is pretty obvious, but its feel and kind people is truly what keeps us coming back from year to year. I have no doubt we will continue to return in the Summers until we have kids of our own, and perhaps they will carry the tradition with their families one day… I know it may sound like I’m getting ahead of myself, but this place really is that special. Also this particular summer our visit came at just the right time.

After spending the previous few weeks, adventuring around Europe…and documenting what felt like every second of it, it was time to put down the camera (or try to anyway) for some TLC and Capri was the most picturesque place to do it. We spent every single day at La Fontelina eating the best food on the island, drinking wine, and just sitting there and reading. May sound boring to some, but for us it was magical. Those of you who follow me on Instagram, also know the view and sunsets weren’t to shabby either.  This portion of the trip was my favourite, and I’m so happy I was able to share a little bit of it with you all today. Safe to say I recommend you travel to Capri if ever the opportunity arises…you’ll see…it isn’t fini at all. Sorry Hervé.

Eugenia Kim hat, Ray Ban “Round” sunnies, Rebecca Vallance dress, Louis-Vuitton “Cannes” bag, and Chanel sandals.

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.