New York, New York
Paris fashion week is about to begin on the other side of the pond, but it wasn’t so long ago we were attending a french brand’s show in New York. Well a french couturier later acquired by an american designer, but you know….tomayto, tomahto. It was the 30th anniversary of the brand I wore religiously in high school, and I was blown away not only by what I saw, but more so by what I didn’t see. Hérve Léger’s Spring/Summer ’16 collection didn’t have one bandage dress in sight, instead the line evolved to innovative surface design and high-impact textured patterns created by hand-weaved techniques like macramé, knotting and intricate floral appliqué work. Do not fear…the bodycon silhouettes were still very much present, but the addition of flared trousers to the line added an element of cool, that I couldn’t have predicted would look so damn slick paired with their particular aesthetic. Also, anyone putting bell sleeves on the runway this season has my vote, and the ones presented were beautifully structured and brought a contemporary edge to the style usually reserved for flowing fabrics. The collection was followed by a curated finale of retrospective signature pieces from 2009 until present. Each piece embodied the vision and the evolution of the brand’s iconic techniques and took me on a pleasant stroll down memory lane. One thing is certain…Heve Leger will no longer be a brand synonymous with school dances, YSL tribute pumps, or my closet archives. I want me some printed Hérve pants and I want them now!
I decided to commit to this NYFW thing, and wear the Wang leather and fur jacket in the hot hot heat
Dior “Technologic” sunglasses and missmatched earrings, Alexander Wang jacket, Nasty Gal blouse, Zara belt, vintage Calvin Klein shorts, Louis Vuitton “Petite Malle”, and Balenciaga boots later switched for Adidas “Superstar” sneakers.
New York, New York
It’s already been a week since we left New York and all the chaos and magic its fashion week had to offer. Every occasion where we attend I become incredibly excited to view collections live, yet a little anxious due to the inevitable impending stress about to be imposed on my being. Alteration whatsup! This year was a little different thankfully, perhaps I’m becoming used to the process, but I’ve learned to give a little less of a fuck and stop taking the experience so seriously, and now it’s a ball!
The first show we got to attend was BCBG Max Azria in the new “main tents” at the Arc Skylight. After braving the rain and traffic, it was so lovely to be put in a sunny state of mind while viewing the collection which was somewhat reminiscent of what The Beach Boys’ wet dreams might have been like. Lana Del Rey’s High By The Beach, could not have been more perfectly picked as the collection’s theme song to accompany the tie-dyed knits and sweaters, intricate patchwork fabrics and richly textural embroideries all cut in easy silhouettes and layered in unexpected ways. As for colours; crisp whites, water-washed blues, golden yellows and shell pinks transitioned into pigment-dye indigo, henna and olive with touches of gold. Impossibly cool California beach vibes were present in every look, and being a fan of the bucket hat since my early 2s, I could not have been more pleased to see one on every model’s head.
My favourite look was a bit of a surprise even to me, as it consisted of women’s board shorts, which I had rarely seen “work” when translated to a feminine aesthetic…but man did it ever look so very fucking cool. I’ve always been attracted to menswear inspired anything. From tuxedos to Calvin tighty whities, I just feel most confident, cool, and effortless when dressed like one the boys, therefore these board shorts will deffs be in my closet come next spring. It was so great to see a brand which began my fashion awakening in my tween years, embrace the urban “So-Cal” aesthetic and surf/skate culture I have grown to worship and has become embedded in my every look. Don’t we all just want to be California girls?
My hair truly didn’t care for the humidity
Marc Jacobs shirt, Alice + Olivia culottes, braelets from David Yurman, Cartier and Hermes, Apple Watch, Louis-Vuitton Petitie Malle, and Stella McCartney platform brogues.
Thank you to Peter Reid, my better half/photographer, for being a trooper and standing in the back to shoot some photos of the show
Soho Beach House Miami
The weather in Montreal has been…let’s just say less than awesome, so being able to head down to Miami this past weekend to catch some rays was a treat. As soon as we landed on sunny turf we changed into beach gear and headed to Soho Beach House to meet up with some friends and take advantage of the tanning opportunity, as I myself, had become a little translucent over the past weeks in my homeland of Canada. After spending a couple hours enjoying the sand, surf, and coconuts…yes rum filled coconuts, we did a little shopping down in the Wynwood art district at the Del Toro store and I got myself a couple of pairs including one from their Disney collaboration…duh! We ended our first day back in the sunshine state with date night at Nobu followed by watching Chelsea Handler make an ass out of herself at the Filmore Theater. By the end of it we were spent, pooped even you might say. The combination of all of my favourite things from beach to shoe shopping, to sushi to Chelsea was pretty fantastical. Twas a great day, and it all started in my indian potato sack.
Summatime is that you?
Nasty Gal hat (similar), and knot chain, Porsche Design aviators (similar), Jacquie Aiche body chain, BCBG cocktail ring, Louis-Vuitton bathing suit, Vintage jumper, and Chanel bag and espadrilles.
New York Fashion Week/Oscar Recap
Happy Monday. Hope you had a lovely Oscar night-in as I did yesterday, and that all your favourite stars took home prizes…if you care about that sort of thing. Or, as in my case, you enjoyed the red carpet portion and were pleased with the stylists’ choice at the climax of this award season. It was ok, meh, but I say that every time. I don’t know about you, but If I were to attend the oscars, i would you know, try to look like a movie star, i don’t know why every year so many actual screen sirens don”t get the memo. I tune in every year knowing i’m setting myself up for disappointment expecting the met ball, but then there are always the lights that shine amidst this darkness. This year for me it was Kate Hudson in Atelier Versace (seriously what is in her water), Jennifer Garner in Oscar De La Renta (FRINGE!), and surprisingly enough Jessica Biel in Chanel Couture, (mostly because if you are going to wear anything at the Oscars, it should be Chanel Couture) though I preferred the fit of the dress on the runway. The only reason Ms Charlize Theron didn’t make my top three is well…because she’s Charlize Theron and looking that good IN ANYTHING and everything has no merit (same rule applies to Angelina Jolie), besides I like last year’s Dior better. There were other great moments from Margot Robbie, Portia De Rossi, and little Miss Lupita Nyong’o in Prada…At first I didn’t understand it, “why didn’t you save the Ralph Lauren cape for this!” is all I could angrily muster, as well as, “The fuck is up with the head band and the prom dress!”…and then I got it. Cinderella, a pretty good modernized interpretation might I add, and of course, how could I not adore it after that. Besides, mama loves herself some baby blue — speaking of- check out this last look from our final night in New York for Fashion Week!
Why have sleeves in the first place? #fashioneditorsmademedoit
Nasty Gal turban and slip dress, Zara coat, All Saints chain (similar), Alexander Wang sweater and Emile tote (similar), and Louis-Vuitton thigh high boots.