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Paris

Paris, France

I have a feeling today’s post is going to get a little cheesy. Paris, the city of love. What can I say that hasn’t possibly been said about you already. You are one of my favourite places to visit, as everytime I return you bring back millions of warm and fuzzy memories. From the first visits with my parents who showed me your nooks and crannies and the beauty hidden behind every arrondissement, to my first kiss in the Eiffel tower with the love of my life, you really are the most magical city in the world…told you I’d bring the cheese…

When we returned for this particular visit, it all came back to me again, especially as we visited your sites as a family the way we first had all those years ago. There is nothing like spending time with loved ones in a setting like this one, because those memories really do last forever.

During this time of year especially, I always find myself a little emotional listening to Christmas music and looking back at images captured of my favourite people in one of my favourite places. This is exactly what I did while looking over to edit these photos, and I gotta say the warm fuzzies definitely made an appearance, perhaps a little tear here and there too.

All this to say, social media is great incentive to capture your daily routine of pretty things with white backgrounds, but don’t forget to capture the moments that really matter and will help you relive the good old days after years pass. Trust me no flatlays or what you had for lunch 2 weeks ago will bring back the laughter and happiness of a moment spent together…ok, that photo of lunch might bring back a little joy but that’s besides the point… Happy holiday season everyone!

Saint-Laurent sunnies,  Essentiel Antwerp matching separates, Christian Dior bag, and Vans Old Skools.

La Vie en any Colour You’d Like

Montreal, Canada

I know what you’re thinking. We read the title Claude…are you really going to dedicate a whole other blog post on the colour pink and how Edward Cullen enamoured you’ve been with the hue this summer. No, but I had to address how fun those rose coloured glasses are, am I right? Everyone go out and invest in cheap coloured lens glasses, really funks up an outfit. For a fashion blogger I really don’t make recommendation or statements like that one often…which brings up the questions…what in the world is it I blog about then?

I always look at my fellow fashion feens in the blogger-sphere, and how lifestyle, health, fitness, and tip friendly they are an wonder…have I been doing it wrong all along? I know I preach about never comparing yourself to others and just doing you all the time, but a girl sometimes wonders you know. Have I been addressing my audience with the wrong topics? Instead of keeping you guys up with my current neuroses and thoughts of the week should I have been sharing 5 ways to style a pyjama blouse, or what lip colour is like… “the it shade” for fall.

I just never gave myself the authority to tell anyone how they should wear their clothes or which trendy items they should be buying right now. To me styling and fashion is such a clear way of expressing your individuality, mood, and telling the world who you are, that it would feel wrong to even suggest how you guys should choose to dress. Sure, I like when you inspire yourselves from my OOTDs, and get tons of warm and fuzzies when I’m tagged in photos of you guys wearing pieces I wore, but mostly I love that you make them your own. So, I guess that’s what the blog post was about today. Individuality, and celebrating the things in life that bring us together yet set us apart…like fashion. How I managed to turn a post about pink glasses into another preachy rant I’ll never know….

Urban Outfitter sunnies, Christian Dior tee, Zara skirt, Loewe bag, and Celine flats.

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. 

Suburbia

Montreal, Canada

We’ve made it folks. Peter and I are finally residing in our new home, and boy is it pretty. It’s crazy to see how much your quality of life can improve, with just a change of scenery. I mean sure, it may just be the excitement talking, but I wake up every day with the morning light feeling light and fluffy on our little cloud. That being said the work that comes with turning a house into your dream home has been somethin’. Only two days of having the keys in hand we had most of our furniture in place, all of our things put away, and thought the end of our little move was in sight. Then…the OCD kicked in and oh boy did it come in hard. For the last two weeks I have been organizing every inch of the past 8 years of my life so our every possession fulfills its destiny by finding its way to the spot it was always meant to be in. It sounds crazy because it is. I can literally tell you on which shelf, of which cupboard, in which room, anything is…and boy does it feel good.

Peter does a ton around the house, but when it comes to organizing my way, bless his soul, the man can’t handle the heat. I started to organize his boot closet yesterday and after asking him to take over for a minute, I came back to a ton of dirty sneakers mismatched piled up in the back of a shelf. He wanted to make it clear to his future self that those were the yucky used sneakers…I could have died. So I got back to work, and haven’t stoped since. That’s kind of how all of our days have been as of late. Honestly, I can’t complain. I think that if you set aside the fact that I’m going absolutely crazy, I’m kind of enjoying myself. It’s a beautiful day in this neighbourhood, like everyday.

Balenciaga cap, Ray Ban sunnies, Zara shirt and trousers, Christian Dior bag, and Christian Louboutin heels