I know…I’m late. This post was supposed to go up yesterday but I was busy celebrating the birthday of the most special lady in my life…my Maman. Back to business. We woke up bright and early for day 3 of Coachella, and I was pretty proud of my new early bird nature. I mean, it owed it all to jet lag, but still, felt very productive! We got all dressed up and ready to go, but when we showed up at the Empire Polo Club, well…we were kinda the only ones there. This is what it must feel like to be the first one to arrive at a party…facking awkward. We didn’t care much. I marched my Mickey ears to the Sloan set, which was the reason we arrived on the grounds in the AM, and was really disappointed by the turnout. These early slot bands deserved more respect! Playing for the 3% of Coachella goers who aren’t hungover because they didn’t get fucking wasted the night before is hardly fair for these talented performers. It’s not like their set was at 7 AM, I’m talking 12 PM kids! Wake the fuck up! Nonetheless it was an awesome mini concert and I really enjoyed all the dancing and running around space we had going on. I felt like a hyper toddler. We then ate a nutritious Coachella breakfast which consisted of Indie Jams Poptarts, had a couple Margaritas to get the ball rolling and headed to our friends villa for some down time. ‘Twas a good morning, but our last evening at the festival was about to get even better…. To be continued…(you know…cuz I changed and I’m gonna write another post about it!)
Brought the mouse magic to Coachella
Mickey ears from Barneys New York, Dior “Technologic” sunglasses, Chanel necklace, and bag, Nasty Gal necklace and rings (similar), Hermes, Cartier and H&M bracelets, Jacquie Aiche rings, Alice McCall romper, and Zara platform bluchers.
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).