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The Crown

_w7c1306 London, England

I am not a resident of the USA, but I don’t think I need to be to share with you all that I have been pretty upset these past couple of days. The results, of what can only be described as a an ugly election ended in a way that left me dumbfounded. I am heartbroken for my gender, for every minority and group who has been severely wronged in the process, for our planet, but mostly because I thought people who share the opinions of the elected president were themselves a minority, and was apparently very wrong. Now, hate stemming from racism to homophobia to xenophobia to misogyny has been validated in a big way, and I fear we’ve already started to feel the consequences. I am tired of seeing nasty social media posts, not so funny memes, and anymore negativity coming from either side, therefore I swore I wouldn’t discuss this with you all today. Guess I couldn’t help myself. I just wanted all who feel as I do, to know that you are not alone. Our generation, the millennials, chose differently, and I find a bit of solace in that, as WE believe in progress and a brighter future for ourselves. Finally, to every woman out there, that cannot help but be heartbroken, due to what this represents for our sex, I am with you, and I feel your pain. I am with her, and I cannot help but think with conviction that if the her in question was a him, we wouldn’t be facing what we are today…

This brings me to what I actually wanted to talk to you about today. The longest-reigning British monarch, and female head of state in world history, who also happens to be my new fave strong female character on the telly, Queen Elizabeth II. Don’t mind the feminist segway as I tell you about what I’ve been binge watching obsessively, The Crown. I found it fitting to discuss my love and devotion for the television program, with this post from our time in London, but now that I’ve ranted about the election for a paragraph I feel I should try to keep it short. Queen Elizabeth is a badass, and has been since 52. Any woman that can raise a family, be a loving wife, and find time to do her job, stand up to Winston Churchill and rule a country on the weekends, is one I can look up to.  I realize the show is a relatively fictional work, but having a female ruler and this as early as 1558, is not fiction at all, and this notion bring me much pride and sorrow all at once. How can we in 2016, be so antiquated in our thinking? How am I back here again? Monarchy isn’t for everyone, but I tend to agree for what it stands for in this instance. The UK is one beautiful place. I know you can’t tell from the white houses we shot in front of, but it truly is, and not only aesthetically speaking. They’ve made their own set of  mistakes, but they have been getting it right for a long time, and for that I give them credit where it is due. All to say we had a lovely time visiting London, and cannot wait to return. I am proud to have, one strong lady on my dolla’ bills, and hope every nation feels a similar sense pride one day. God Save the Queen!…really, could I have ended this any other way?

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Dior “Split1” sunnies, Deux Lions choker, Topshop tee, Nasty Gal overall dress, Chanel bag, Nicholas Kirkwood shoes.

Capri Sun

_w7c9991 Capri, Italy

My apologies for the slight delay in posting this week. You see while I am reporting on our adventures in Europe, we are actually in Florida dealing with a little hissy fit from mother nature, endearingly named Hurricane Matthew. After all our preparations, from cancelling the rest of our Disney World stay, and stocking up on food as if the zombie apocalypse was on its way, little Matty went right passed us barely saying hello. I’m not sure what I’m more annoyed by, the fact that we made a big fuss over what turned out to be a windy morning, or that I’m still glued to my TV watching wet weather people in their L.L. Bean jackets, repeating the same 8 facts for the past 12 hours…Anyways, super grateful  we survived, and certainly hope the rest of the coast is as lucky as we were! My thoughts are with those who weren’t as fortunate as we were, namely Haiti and Bahamas. Stay safe everybody.

Now back to our regularly scheduled programming. We spent 3 magical days on the island of Capri, eating, drinking, and taking in all the sun we could handle without turning into Anger from Inside Out. Highlights include, dinning under dozens of lemon trees at Da Paolino, exploring caves, swimming in the Mediterranean Sea, and getting a little chocolate wasted at La Fontelina, and of course spending romantic time with the hubby strolling the streets where Jackie O used to do the same in her Capri pants. I think that just about covers it. Now I must get back to eating all the contents of my refrigerator and pantry, as we are leaving in a few days and purchased enough sustenance to feed an angry heard of kindergarteners…I mostly bought chips, pop tarts, and lunchables. What can I say, if I’m gonna see my last day on earth, I want my final meal to be strawberry flavoured with sprinkles on top…. _w7c9973 _w7c0025 _w7c0057 _w7c9979 _w7c0050 _w7c0006 _w7c0034 _w7c0041 _w7c0075 _w7c0091 l1050133 _w7c0138 It’s more of a Capri Sun-set really…

Nasty Gal hoops, For Love and Lemons top and skirt, Chanel bag, and Alexander Wang sneakers.

La Dolce Vita

_w7c9488 Rome, Italy

The time has come for our Eurotrip rewind to commence! I am so excited to be sharing all of our adventures with you over the coming weeks and Rome feels like a pretty spectacular place to start. We arrived in the eternal city, jet lagged and hungry, but resolved those problems impressively quickly. Looking back at our four days in rome, yes, I think of finally setting my eyes upon the Sistine Chapel after staying up all night due to jet lag, and strolling past the Spanish steps shopping around Via Condotti, but what particularly stands out is the food. The incredible, scrumptious, cream and carb filled food.  Shocker, I know.

Any chance that presented itself to feast on fresh pasta with cream sauce we took, even if it meant ingesting five rather large meals a day. The words Cacio E Pepe and Carbonara, still incite some kind of unwarranted anticipation even writing them now. I mean the pizza, and fried everything didn’t hurt either, but nowhere in Italy, or in all of my life for that matter, did I try those dishes as poignantly mastered as in Roma.

 I also had a bit of a love affair with the Roman Jewish cuisine, but I’m not sure I should talk about how eating  Carciofi all Giudia made me want to convert and move to Italy. My lord and saviour Jesus Christ wouldn’t like that. Moving on… Here is a little #OOTD from my parentals’ room which features and obnoxiously spectacular view of of the Spanish Steps. These images were shot moments before heading off to another kamikaze binge eating session. I’ve used these words before without truly meaning them, but after my time in Rome I can honestly say, all I care about in life is pasta and like three people… _w7c9398 _w7c9478 _w7c9382 _w7c9472 _w7c9403 _w7c9390 _w7c9456 _w7c9433 _w7c9418 _w7c9509 _w7c9437 _w7c9484 _w7c9552 _w7c9551 _w7c9532 _w7c9522 _w7c9471 Pasta…a great way to fill out any article of clothing.

Celine sunnies, Storets earrings, Nasty Gal neck scarf, For Love and Lemons dress, vintage Hermes Kelly, and Manolo Blank “Chaos” sandals.

 

Osheagogo

_W7C9061 Montreal, Quebec

For all who are unaware, we recently lost a ton of content due to our Data Centre crashing and leaving us shit out of luck. Because of this, I have spent the past days trying to get our site back in order, and stressing out professionally. Our Osheaga post was the most recent posted and therefore did not make the back up cut  and died somewhere in the webosphere. I’m sure what I wrote was clever but I have no desire to attempt to replicate my thoughts from last week.  Instead I give you this little frustrated blurb to update you on the current situation. They say a picture is worth a thousand words…so here are over 20 000 words documenting our weekend at Osheaga! _W7C9039 _W7C8979 _W7C9087 _W7C8992 _W7C9073 _W7C9017 _W7C9048 _W7C9076 _W7C9054 _W7C9117 _W7C9079 _W7C9133

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Day 1: Ray Ban sunnies, H&M long shirt, pants, and necklace, Celine Nano, and Adidas “Superstars.” Day 2: Quay X Desi Perkins sunnies, Nasty Gal “Baby Girl” neck scarf, Diesel dress, Celine Nano, and Adidas “Superstars.” Day 3: Dior sunnies, Vintage bandana, Nasty Gal “Queen of Beers” bodysuit and shorts, Saint-Laurent pouch, and Adidas “Superstars.”