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New Orleans, Louisiana

If you currently follow me on instagram you already know that Peter and I jetted off on a little Valentine’s Day escapade earlier this week to a place we had dreamed of visiting for years. New Orleans, had been on my bucket list for as long as I can remember. Growing up my folks used to visit NOLA once a year in February for what they claimed was a “business convention”, and always returned a little more tired then when they departed, but with great stories of late nights on Bourbon street in tow. That mixed with a little Princess and the Frog / American Horror Story: Coven fandom, and our love of traveling with eating as a main objective, I’m honestly surprised it took us this long to visit.

I had always dreamed of making my way through the French Quarter, on the search for king cake, begging strangers on balconies for beads, listening to horn musicians up and down the street, and let’s not forget to mention the parades. The dream had always been Mardis Gras. I wanted to grab as much of that festive spirit, creole food, jazz music, and joie de vivre culture I had heard of my entire life and get the most out of  it. So when that google page loaded and announced that Fat Tuesday fell only one day prior to Valentine’s Day, all the incentive I needed was right there in front of me. I used up some travel points and a few days later there we were. Making our way through the French Quarter, on the search for king cake, begging strangers on balconies for beads, listening to horn musicians up and down Bourbon street, on our way back from the parade. We truly made the most of our first experience in NOLA, and it was everything I had hoped it would be and more. It’s rare that a place you’ve dreamt of visiting almost your entire life turns out better than the movies that made it your dream in the first place…but New Orleans was that good.

That being said, through all the festivities, food hunts, and tourist must do’s, my favourite part of our trip will always be that even though we took our work with us, as we always do, we still made time for each other. New Orleans will always be special to me now, not only because of the unbelievable food, music, and the good times we let roll while visiting, but because fo that romantic week we spent there, the way my parents had all those years ago… 

H&M hat, Ray Ban sunnies, Urban Outfitters dress, Topshop Jamie jeans, Chloé “Nile” bag, and Fenty X Puma cleated creepers.


Barcelona, Spain

If you guys have seen our latest adventure vlog from our time in Barcelona, you know the city wasn’t the usual sunny, joyful paradise we were used to visiting. We arrived an hour after the awful tragedy that occurred on Las Ramblas, claimed the lives of 13 people, and injured 100 others. The culprits were still at large and the manhunt taking place was covered on every news channel and radio station. The heightened security procedures in the streets and in our hotel made us feel more anxious than safe and the mood of the city was dark to say the least.

The people of Barcelona were sad for their city, and as tourist  we felt guilty for even being there. To see locals, bend over backwards to make sure our little vacation wasn’t bothered or altered in any was blew my mind. If I heard one more person apologize for what occurred I was going to have to start hugging strangers and ask them to shut up. I wanted to tell everyone to go home, check on your loved ones, take a day off. It was a lot to handle for anyone let alone the people who call the city home. Yet their worries and anxiety revolved around guests having the best possible experience. To say we felt bad inconveniencing anyone would be the understatement of the century.

After 2 days spent held up in our hotel at my father’s request, we finally sneaked out of our little fortress, to take a tour of the vibrant city we love so much. Todos Con Barcelona, was something that was felt on every street corner, and plaza. As we were living fearful and guilt ridden in our little bubble  life went on in Barcelona, and the city refused to let their oppressors win. We wondered at the gothic architecture, binged on tapas, drank Estrella, and wandered the city. We finished our day at Las Ramblas, in a crowd of hundreds mourning the events that took place and honouring those who had lost their lives. No one was scared, no one was fearful, no one let the events that took place take the city’s spirit away. I regretted ever spending a minute more in that hotel room.  We love you, and your people Barcelona, and cannot wait to come back and visit soon.

Zara headband, Rayban sunnies, Storets dress, Chanel backpack, and Golden Goose Deluxe Brand Sneakers


Montreal, Canada

We’ve made it folks. Peter and I are finally residing in our new home, and boy is it pretty. It’s crazy to see how much your quality of life can improve, with just a change of scenery. I mean sure, it may just be the excitement talking, but I wake up every day with the morning light feeling light and fluffy on our little cloud. That being said the work that comes with turning a house into your dream home has been somethin’. Only two days of having the keys in hand we had most of our furniture in place, all of our things put away, and thought the end of our little move was in sight. Then…the OCD kicked in and oh boy did it come in hard. For the last two weeks I have been organizing every inch of the past 8 years of my life so our every possession fulfills its destiny by finding its way to the spot it was always meant to be in. It sounds crazy because it is. I can literally tell you on which shelf, of which cupboard, in which room, anything is…and boy does it feel good.

Peter does a ton around the house, but when it comes to organizing my way, bless his soul, the man can’t handle the heat. I started to organize his boot closet yesterday and after asking him to take over for a minute, I came back to a ton of dirty sneakers mismatched piled up in the back of a shelf. He wanted to make it clear to his future self that those were the yucky used sneakers…I could have died. So I got back to work, and haven’t stoped since. That’s kind of how all of our days have been as of late. Honestly, I can’t complain. I think that if you set aside the fact that I’m going absolutely crazy, I’m kind of enjoying myself. It’s a beautiful day in this neighbourhood, like everyday.

Balenciaga cap, Ray Ban sunnies, Zara shirt and trousers, Christian Dior bag, and Christian Louboutin heels

Elephant Love Medley

Indio, California

The beginning of festival season was pretty headwear heavy for me. Flower crowns are dead and should remain that way until their probable “vintage” reemergence in 10-20, but everything under the sun besides that cliché seems to be fair game. First there was the fiddler cap, then the ever understated spiky golden crown, and now rainbow ombre butterflies. You’ve heard of it?..I’ve probably worn it on my head. I also added a lip ring in there for good measure.

Day 3 of Coachella is usually reserved for my comfiest #OOTD and this year was no exception. You have to foresee what kind of bloat you’re going to be dealing with after 3 straight days of drinking and snacking, and I came prepared. This tie-die elephant motif Moschino dress, felt like something you should wear exclusively in a festival setting, so I made sure to pack it and pair it with his little Loewe elephant bag friend. His name is Hannibal btw. This pair of Janis Joplin inspired sunnies also absolutely had to make an appearance Coachella weekend, and this outfit felt too on theme not to bring them together.

…And just like that Coachella weekend came to an end, and so did all the fun festival dressing that came with it. Thankfully ’tis the season, and I cannot to wear more ridiculous shit on my head, and in my nose/mouth/ear areas. What can I say…my orifices just love to look like Christmas trees.  

VivaDelfina butterfly crown, Ray Ban JaJo sunnies, Moschino dress, Loewe bag, and Superga sneakers.