Hey boys and girls, I’m back, in better spirits then ever! The weather, I swear it fucks with your mind sometimes. All that depression talk was such a downer right? I blame the snow, and the slush, and the fucking sub zero Narnia temperature *insert angry red emoticon*…enough about that. There is one positive about this whole city frozen over scenario, and that is the cold my friends. You see similarly to a hibernating mammal, I need some thermal insulation for the tough season we are experiencing. This means I have a motive, an excuse, and completely feasible explanation for eating all the crap I want. Not only is it comforting during this cruel winter, but guess what…that extra layer is keeping me warm. IT HAS PURPOSE! So fuck bikini season, I’m suiting up for parka season, and damn does it ever taste good…Oh ya, and these pictures were taken a couple weeks ago while we were in Disney World to run a marathon. There! Another reason why I deserve all the McDonalds my little heart desires. Parapapapa… “Get in my bellay” – Fat Bastard
Hello all! I have just returned from London for fashion week and am all kinds of inspired, but unfortunetely incredibly behind on these posts. All this travel has been a dream, but takes a bit of a toll on blogging time. This brings me to around a month ago, when we attended Osheaga music festival, one of my favourite weekends all year! It seems like a distant memory already, but I do recall having a fucking blast. We listened to Sam Roberts do his thing while hanging out with his only non-Canadian fan, my buddy Darren Criss, and got the chills watching London Grammar perform at sunset. Here is what I profusely sweat in, on that fateful first day. I was warm…
Hat purchased at the Standard hotel in NY during fashion week, Kate Moss for Topshop dress, Brandy Melville shorts (similar), Nasty Gal rings, House of Harlow (similar) and Tai multi-strand bracelet, Gucci bag (SO HEAVY), and Acne Pistol boots.
We spent this past weekend at my country house, and let’s just say Narnia has got nothing on the Laurentians, let me tell you. The entire property was surrounded by snow banks so huge they could have sank the titanic…well if they were ice and not snow, but you get the picture. Being an extremist I kinda adore a completely polar setting over being in the slightly warmer city . It’s all or nothing, arctic or beach, that’s how I like it. Another great thing about being at our country residence is all the treasures that can be found when rummaging through my parents closets. I mean, I don’t know when in the 80s my father wore this Mickey Mouse bomber but it’s making me wish I was born back when he was badass…and wore fucking Mickey Mouse bombers. One World One Mickey…I mean come one, that shit was meant for me. Oh, and I haven’t even gotten to the good part, are you ready….it’s reversible. Your mind has now been blown. After we came back from buying a PS4 in town we took a little stroll around the property and I couldn’t help but putting it on. My father is not a slim jim but let me tell ya’, it fits like a glove…kinda makes me rethink my body confidence… Some Risky Business Posing
Tom Ford Campbell sunglasses, Vintage Mickey Mouse bomber, BCBG necklace, Equipment shirt, Helmut Lang sweater (similar), Elizabeth and James tuxedo pyjama pants (similar), Gucci Canada bag, and Ugg boots (similar).