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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.

Tommy Girl

Miami, Florida

Happy 2017 everyone! Here’s a piece of advice for the new year, don’t wear a relatively tight sweater dress directly after eating season. Here I was trying to get all cozy, imagine my surprise when I finally realized the effects of my holiday binge eating habit had on my body. Oh well. I guess I’m going to have to invest in that Flat Tummy Tea business, that daughters of The Real Housewives cast and Instagram “celebrities” have been shoving down my throat for years. No matter. This time of year is about spending time with your loved ones, and enjoying those special family moments that don’t come around all that often. I don’t know about you, but for us, many of those moments occur around a table with food on it, so you can’t blame me for sacrificing my physique in the name of some quality family time. Also…who cares? I don’t want to go on some kind of long speil about how, it’s what inside that counts, that perfection doesn’t exist, and that photoshop and unrealistic beauty standards portrayed in the media are destroying the self esteem of an entire generation…but I guess I just did didn’t I?

I’m no life coach but, all I’m trying to convey is don’t spend your time sweating the small stuff, like numbers on a scale or the size tag in your jeans. I don’t know if anyone has ever told you this, but life is short, so instead of worrying about some calorie count, just make sure sure you live a happy and healthy life surrounded by people you love and you’ll be certain to make the most of it. Whoopsy…I ended up spieling didn’t I? Let’s spend 2017 being kind to one another alright kids, and we’re all going to be just fine.

There’s just something about that red white and navy blue
Dior sunglasses, Tommy Hilfiger sweater dress, Chanel bag, and Christian Louboutin pumps.