How am I still on Coachella…I know guys, I know. What can I say, I packed one too many #OOTDs for a weekend. We headed back to the festival in the middle of a sandstorm (explains the paisley accessories) around 5 for a beautiful dinner in the Rose Garden. Though it was all kinds of delish and we made some interesting new friends at the communal table, I hoovered all the drinks and food I could keep down as fast as possible so I could catch the end of Ryan Adams‘ set. We then met up with some friends to watch what ended up being the highlight of the trip; Stromae. I’m not one to stick myself in the middle of a huge crowd to get trampled by drunk strangers, but man am I glad I made an exception this time. He was just…wow. My favourite Belgian even did a little dance with his buddy Kanye which was pretty cute to witness, though I was kinda disappointed Mr. West didn’t sing a verse from his remix of Alors On Danse. We were still listening to Stromae’s Racine Carrée’s on our road trip to Disney World, which caused my mother to become an instant fan. She now insists we blast Formidable on repeat all around the house 24/7, though she still can’t quite remember his name. Florence and The Machine, the act I was most looking forward to, was next. My favourite fairy had a broken foot due to all the jumping around she did during her set the previous weekend, but it didn’t take any of her magic away. Finally it was Drake‘s turn to take the stage, and my turn to jam a little too hard and make people around me uncomfortable. A perfect close to a perfect weekend. Midnight Cowboy
Hey friends. Forgive me my absences on your newsfeeds for the past week, you see it was all to serve a greater purpose…my higher education. Ya, it’s finals time ya’ll, and let me tell you, this McGill business sure likes to keep me busy! A few weeks ago we pulled a “Claude circa 2008” move and went out…to a club. I know crazy, right? This was’t any club you see, I’m talking Buonanotte, our old stomping grounds, the place that had witnessed me making one too many bad decisions in the past…and boy was it a good time! Grandma over here, ate too many carbs, danced all night, and might of even got up on a couch or two. It’s crazy, time might have gone by, but this place is hasn’t lost its relevance. It is the same great music, people, and vibe, that had me going there every weekend, to later have the best stories to recount from my nights out. It truly is a staple in our city and I’m glad to see it’s still kicking butt! The evening was a gold themed Moet & Chandon event, therefore, I couldn’t help but wear the king of not so subtle prints and metallics, and pull out some vintage Gianni Versace. I mean if your going to do gold…do it right, right? The dress itself is actually from Versace’s collaboration with H&M a couple years back, and I had finally found an occasion to yank it out of my closet. Oh, and here’s a tip, next time you go out, do it in combat boots…really brings up the whole “comfort/kick ass” factor.
Hair & Make up by the Illustrious Leslie Ann Thomson Medusa head on me like I’m ‘Luminati
Dior earrings, Versace x HM dress, vintage Versace belt and combat boots, Cartier & Dodo bracelets, Alexander McQueen ring, and Chanel bag.
On some days I just wish I could teleport to this place for a little pick me up. Back home the climate, the atmosphere, the responsibilities are all starting to take their toll, and I haven’t really been able to enjoy much lately. I guess you could say I’m a dark shade of blue at the moment. Nonetheless I thought I would report the the current weather in Claudeland as I know I haven’t been keeping in touch as often as I usually do. Sometimes life gets a little rough in its every facet, and it begins to be hard to see the the good anymore. Life has been kicking my fat ass these days, but I know this feeling won’t stay forever. As all dem feminine tattooed ribs, wrists and feet state “this too shall pass” right? I have more to live for on my worst days then many do on their best, so I have to keep my shit together. There you have it kids, a depressing existential rant from a girl who spends her time trying to make her readers laugh. FAIL. I love you little ladies and gents…are you having a bad day? I’ll Get Back There Someday
I feel awfully mature for a one year old, let me tell ya! That being said this post birthday week has been somewhat uneventful in a good, responsibility-less kind of way. We are back in Montreal, as we will be spending the holidays at home, so I am totally relishing the fact that I will be freezing my balls off shooting my Christmas #OOTDs…whoopty do! Until all the fun festive fashion arrives, I give you a mildly slutty two piece outfit that would definitely not enjoy the weather here in fucking Winterfell. The winter has come my pretties, so I am staying nice and toasty under my comforter. Starting to get cabin fever…isn’t this time of year just magical… Like Black Widow BAYBAY