The Fucking Desert, California
Coachella may be long gone, for this year at least, but festival season has just begun! We shot this little guy in the desert our second morning in Indio, before heading to see Clean Bandit and dancing to some happy music. This For Love and Lemons number got a lot of traction in the young male demographic. I didn’t keep track of the number of drunk frat boys that ran up to me at the Empire Polo Club to comment on the fact that they thought I was naked, but it was a lot. “Sorry to disappoint buddy” became my tagline for the day. I had a much more pleasant encounter when a lovely eastern european girl with blond hair, a beige hat, the same dress in red, and similar black booties, approached me in the rose garden to tell me I had great taste. I really wanted to take a picture with my doppelgänger to capture this precious moment, but her english wasn’t that great and well…she just left mid convo. The food at Coachella was kind of a highlight for us, so after I had sampled the delicious everything from a large selection of booths and food trucks I started filling out my dress a little less gracefully. FOOD BABY! Being aware of the kinda lady I am, I foresaw this kind of event occurring and packed my Dimepiece Dashiki for the occasion! Hiding my grilled cheese pregnancy became a little easier after that. We spent the entire day in the hot hot heat and after jamming to awesome acts like Chet Faker & Milky Chance we started to get very tired. So tired in fact that we left right before The Weeknd’s set…where Kanye showed up and sang his favourite song of mine ever. ULTIMATE FOMO ACHIEVED. I’m still working on getting over that…
“NAKEEE” Tommy Pickles style
Brixton hat (similar), Dior “Technologic” sunglasses, Kate Moss for Topshop jacket, For Love and Lemons septum ring, bra, high waisted panties, and dress, Givenchy necklace, Chanel bag, and Acne “Pistol” boots.
Bal Harbour, Florida
Hello my little chickens. I hope this Humpday is treating you well. So, remember how I told you we impulsively went to Disney World last week. Well, after missing our flight back to Montreal, we had the brilliant idea of staying an extra week in the sunny land of Florida and you guessed it…went back to Disney World! I think addicts would refer to this as relapse or hitting rock bottom. Good thing my little compulsion happens to be the happiest place on earth, because this kind of obsession could really go awry. On the day these pictures were taken, my hair was being particularly difficult, therefore I showed it who’s boss and just slicked that shit backwards. After we finished the mini #OOTD shoot, my husband referred to the do as “business up front, party in the back” and I quickly tied it up into a ponytail. I like to look back upon these images fondly, as it was probably the only time I, my friends, will ever rock the fuck out of a mullet.
My crotch is totally white
Dior earrings, Chanel necklace and bag, Equipment shirt, Off-White by Virgil Abloh jeans (similar), David Yurman (similar) and Cartier (similar) bracelets and watch, and Christian Louboutin Decollete 554 pumps.
London Fashion Week Day 1 continued
LFW is hectic. Am I the only one that thinks 2-3 outfit changes a day is a little fucking excessive. If you’re going to do it, do it right I guess. Still stressful and unpleasant if you ask me. We headed home to prep for our second show, and I took out all the bells and whistles. After our first show I realized that “less is more” wasn’t in fact a fashion “guideline” the brits were aware of. So here I am, at the tents, wearing motherfuckin’ cat ears. I felt like a sailor scout, but like in a really good way. The Paul Costelloe presentation was something my vocabulary is not, somewhat elegant. The wonderful classic cuts, timeless prints in unexpected colours, paired with WTF booties and socks, absolutely satisfied my contradicting fashion quota. If there is something Mr. Costelloe knows how to do, it’s add a little spunk to garments you would wear to high tea or even church!…Well you know if you add a shirt under that open blazer. I featured some photos of my favourite looks from the show taken by my wonderful husband/photographer, Mr. Peter Reid. Two down four shows to go, unless we play hooky to shop and play around London, which *spoiler alert* we did…
Eugenia Kim hat (similar), vintage Gian Franco Ferre glasses, Dior “Mise-En-Dior” earrings, Zara necklace (similar) and skirt, Maison Seine Cara shirt, Current/Elliott denim shirt, Olympia Le Tan clutch (similar), Chanel J12 watch and ring, bracelets from Cartier (similar), David Yurman (similar), and Hermes, and Carmina wing tips (similar).
London Fashion Week Day One
One month ago already, Peter and I headed to London in a moment’s notice after being invited to spring/summer 2014 fashion week. We spent our first day in Big Ben’s home walking the streets and enjoying the tourist attractions that are Piccadilly Circus and Trafalgar Square. Well, that and sleeping off the jet lag…not the best method if you ask me. Finally we ended our night an Nobu eating next to one of my many favourite British models, Jourdan Dunn. The next morning it was time for business as we headed to the LFW headquarters in Somerset House’s beautiful courtyard. The street style was obnoxiously wonderful and bold, as even fur wasn’t considered taboo despite the warm climate. Nothing was off the table. I felt almost underdressed heading into the tents, as if I hadn’t gotten the “less is definitely not more” memo, but man did I enjoy the show.
We headed into Jean-Pierre Braganza’s ARCHITECTONIC SS14 presentation and my lovely husband took the roll of photographer, as I admired the geometric, color-blocked, cutout, silk, and embellished looks walking before me. Jean-Pierre’s concept for the garments; an apocalyptic interpretation of Matthew Barney’s film River of Fundament, the decay of Detroit’s industry. This came across with images of chrome and motorcycle parts imprinted on pieces like silk blouses and a cotton jacquard sweatshirt with matching skirt. Many of the pieces derived from theme, and were an eclectic mix of streamline ensembles that would be worn off the runway and into the streets. I know I would have loved to borrow that cutout mini dress with impressive lapels for our evening out. A cool colour pallet, bold lines, interesting prints and appropriate use of embellishments will surely make this a well sold collection. As we headed out of the show we got another look at the lovely Ms. Dunn making her way through Somerset House hoarded by photographers. We then headed back to the St. Martin’s Lane hotel for a quick change and prepared for the day’s next show…
To’ally Bozzin’ ‘Bout Bein’ Hea’
Tom Ford “Campbell” sunglasses, Dior “Mise En Dior” earrings, Chanel necklace, gloves, watch, ring, boy bag, and boots, Cartier(similar) and David Yurman (similar) bracelets, Fendi Fur Monster, Topshop sleeveless jacket, and Helmut Lang knit dress.