I know what you are thinking…yes, that’s some very strategic boob placement I have going on there, but hey, if Halle Berry managed to keep her large mammary glands in check while winning an Oscar, I think I can handle these little guys. Have I made you uncomfortable with all the tit talk? I’m sorry, but the systematic desexualization of women is the only way we bitches are ever getting some equality up in here…so really, #sorrynotsorry alright. Now that I’ve made you uncomfortable and pushed some social commentary down your throats, time to talk about Coachella day 2!
It was pretty great. We started the day eating breakfast burritos with that kid from Modern Family, then headed to a mansion in the desert. As you can tell the view wasn’t too shabby, and we were in great company, oh hay gal pal Rocky Barnes! After a fantastic day pool/cliff side party, we took a microwave disguised as a party bus to the festival. Yes kids, that was a lame “it was real hot” joke. Once we arrived we ate at our favourite handroll bar in the Rose Garden, and after I died and went to heaven, we watched some live music.
After James Bay stole my heart we headed to the main stage for more food and Ice Cube. Though every performance felt like a magical moment, one of the highlights from the weekend was seeing Sam Smith walk out during the Disclosure set. It also made me realize I don’t know the words to Disclosure songs, but am very good at mumbling lyrics and dancing really hard. We finished the night with a 3 hour set from one of the most iconic rock n’ roll bands of all time. So ya, Guns N’ Roses was pretty cool, in that like, unforgettable memory I will cherish forever kinda way…
It’s a crown not a native headpiece k?
Ray Ban sunnies, Amaroq crown, For Love and Lemons dress, Chloé “Faye” bag, and Chie Mihara sandals.
Happy Saint-Patrick’s day everyone! May your pockets be heavy and your heart be light, may good luck pursue you each morning and night…and beer, I wish you great beer. Today, being one of my favourite holidays, I thought what better way to celebrate then to share our adventures in the Emerald Isle itself. Last summer we had the great pleasure, of visiting Ireland to celebrate my 24th birthday, and it may have been one of our greatest trips yet. Our mothers in tow, we spent a week driving all around the island of Ireland from south to north, and saw sights (and pubs), experienced the culture (and pubs), and made memories that have a good chance of lasting a lifetime (except the ones we made in pubs). The luck of the Irish followed us from Dublin, to Belfast, and we truly had a magical time…and many pints of Guinness as well. Along the way we snapped a couple #OOTDs that remained unpublished until now. I thought what better time then to share them with you now, as well as a few pictures from our road trip to remember. Also on this special holiday I thought I’d leave you with a few words of wisdom… You can’t drink all day if you don’t start in the morning…
They’re in order…you’ll figure it out…
Dublin day 1- Ray Ban Clubmasters, Zara jacket and skirt, Isabel Marant for H&M shirt, Louis-Vuitton “Petite Malle” bag, and Chloé “Suzanna” boots. Dublin day 2- Cutler & Gross sunglasses, Zara dress, Chanel “Boy Bag”, and Chloé “Suzanna” boots. Owls & Blarney- Zara shirt dress, and jacket, Current/Elliott jeans, and Acne “Pistol” boots. Dingle Peninsula- Unif hat, Hermes scarf, Zara shirt and jeans, Louis-Vuitton backpack, and Hunter rain boots. Killarney/Galway- Zara hat and dress, vintage necklace, Balmain “Pierre” bag, and Acne “Pistol” boots. Giants Causeway- Kris Van Assche sunglasses, Zara shirt dress, Current/Elliott jeans, Balmain “Pierre” bag, and Acne “Pistol” boots. Belfast- Cloak of Winterfell. lol
Last week I had the immense pleasure of hosting my favourite Montreal designer, Travis Taddeo‘s, VIP shopping event in his beautiful old port atelier. Reminiscent of Andy Warhol’s factory, the evening was driven by talented Montreal artists and vendors coming together, sharing their craft, and having one or two glasses of bubbly. From Deux Lion jewelry to Alice Kass lingerie, and many more, the room was filled with little wonders I wanted to make mine…and had to succumb to by the end of the night.
Having known the name Travis Taddeo as an established designer with a bold take on minimalist lines, based out of our city, I couldn’t wait to meet the man behind this distinctive aesthetic. Not only does my buddy Travis make the most remarkable garments with distinctive blends of silk, jersey, and fur, but I now know him as the sweetest soul I’ve ever had the chance to come across in my long 24 years of life. I was like a kid in a candy store, picking #OOTD options for the event earlier that week, and felt privilege to do so with the man behind the magic.
All in all, the evening was a great success and a wonderful time, though I did have a hard time watching my coveted pieces from Travis’ collection find new homes. I truly don’t know how he parts with them. In his position, I would be one hell of a hoarder…a broke hoarder surrounded by beautiful clothes. Doesn’t sound so bad at all.
TT, all day, Erryday,
Matted wool shirt and leather shorts by Travis Taddeo, Chloe “Faye” bag, Zara rings, Cartier watch and bracelets, and Tom Ford python boots.
Beverly Hills, California
I’ve been talking for a long time about posts from past trips that never made it onto the site. Well here is my first! Back in September Peter and I, headed to LA to run the Disneyland Half Marathon, and to earn our Coast to Coast medals. This is done by running races in both Walt Disney World Florida, and Disneyland California in the same calendar year, and I wanted it real bad. So bad that I was willing to get my ass on a treadmill and train for not one, but TWO motherfucking half marathons. Guess all the cussing and running paid off, because we earned our best half time yet, so I felt pretty cool. Since then I’ve been rather sedentary, and by that I mean I literally only get off my bottom if food is part of the deal. I’ve always had awful self-control and discipline and can’t diet for shit, therefore as much as I hate the pressure, those races keep my ass in check. That being said I started something very unlike me this week and it is somehow going surprisingly well. I am on day four of the Master Cleanse, and have not died of hunger or come close to quitting yet. If you didn’t know the Master Cleanse or Lemonade Diet is a 10 day regime, where you rid your body of toxins by only consuming a drink consisting of water, lemon, maple syrup, and cayenne pepper. From chicken nuggets dipped in gravy and fries to juice for 10 fucking days…can’t believe I haven’t attempted to eat my own hand yet. Feeling pretty badass right about now. Anywhoo these photos were taken back in Beverly Hills a few days before we went to Anaheim to run the marathon. Hope you enjoy this first little #TBT and that I don’t got full cannibal by the end of the week! Pray for me.
The Four Seasons looks a lot like a jungle from here
Gucci sunnies, Nasty Gal choker, Matthew Williamson vest, Marc by Marc Jacobs dress, Cartier and Sydney Evan bracelets, Chloe Faye bag, and Chanel shoes.