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Ireland #TBT

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Happy Saint-Patrick’s day everyone! May your pockets be heavy and your heart be light, may good luck pursue you each morning and night…and beer, I wish you great beer. Today, being one of my favourite holidays, I thought what better way to celebrate then to share our adventures in the Emerald Isle itself. Last summer we had the great pleasure, of visiting Ireland to celebrate my 24th birthday, and it may have been one of our greatest trips yet. Our mothers in tow, we spent a week driving all around the island of Ireland from south to north, and saw sights (and pubs), experienced the culture (and pubs), and made memories that have a good chance of lasting a lifetime (except the ones we made in pubs). The luck of the Irish followed us from Dublin, to Belfast, and we truly had a magical time…and many pints of Guinness as well. Along the way we snapped a couple #OOTDs that remained unpublished until now. I thought what better time then to share them with you now, as well as a few pictures from our road trip to remember. Also on this special holiday I thought I’d leave you with a few words of wisdom… You can’t drink all day if you don’t start in the morning… _W7C5378 _W7C5399 _W7C5381 _W7C5491 _W7C5549 _W7C5512 _W7C5626 _W7C5643 _W7C5646 _W7C5719 _W7C5704 _W7C5837 _W7C6117 _W7C5990 _W7C6161 IMG_8308 _W7C6285 _W7C6270 _W7C6325 _W7C6278 IMG_8317 IMG_8286 _W7C6344 _W7C6369 _W7C6391 _W7C6396 _W7C6418 12304332_10153701812930450_763209895028578394_o IMG_8364 12307587_10153701813725450_5488783441244037941_o 12339085_10153701813135450_1902410547975918873_o IMG_8497 IMG_8508 _W7C6637 12339345_10153701814425450_7475745730929294825_o IMG_8554 _W7C6685 12322632_10153701815420450_689179082859015852_o 12291857_10153702835285450_7404177763287724744_o IMG_8578 They’re in order…you’ll figure it out…

Dublin day 1- Ray Ban Clubmasters, Zara jacket and skirt, Isabel Marant for H&M shirt, Louis-Vuitton “Petite Malle” bag, and Chloé “Suzanna” boots. Dublin day 2- Cutler & Gross sunglasses, Zara dress, Chanel “Boy Bag”, and Chloé “Suzanna” boots. Owls & Blarney- Zara shirt dress, and jacket, Current/Elliott jeans, and Acne “Pistol” boots. Dingle Peninsula- Unif hat, Hermes scarf, Zara shirt and jeans, Louis-Vuitton backpack, and Hunter rain boots. Killarney/Galway- Zara hat and dress, vintage necklace, Balmain “Pierre” bag, and Acne “Pistol” boots. Giants Causeway- Kris Van Assche sunglasses, Zara shirt dress, Current/Elliott jeans, Balmain “Pierre” bag, and Acne “Pistol” boots. Belfast- Cloak of Winterfell. lol

My Date With Edgardo

2015-11-17 at 15-52-59 Montreal, Canada

A few weeks ago I invited my mother to join me to meet the incredibly talented Edgardo Osorio, designer of Aquazurra, before his shopping event at Holt Renfrew in Montreal. When you imagine someone with as much success as he has acquired in this relatively short period of time, the last thing you picture is a dashing, gracious, and incredibly young lad, but that is just what Edgardo is. After 10 years in the business at the tender age of 25  he casually started his own footwear brand and has since become a true household name in luxury accessory design. Just to put that in perspective, I am currently 24 years old, have nowhere near 10 years of experience in anything besides maybe binge eating or watching tv, and I certainly have no plans to launch a CC brand of whatever come next year.

With all of the accolades and rapid success you would think Edgardo would be hard to converse with, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. I have rarely met a lovelier human being with such a kind demeanour and as much charm and charisma. His smile isn’t hard to look at either, but most importantly his talent is undeniable when looking at his sketches and work. Striking the perfect balance between modern design and impeccable craftsmanship, Edgardo creates stylish yet wearable footwear that adds a slightly sultry edge to any look. Also, his heels are not tear inducing after a day of wear unlike his luxury footwear designing comrades, that shall remain nameless *cough* Louboutin *cough*. All shade aside, I had a truly lovely evening, trying on lovely shoes, with their lovely designer, and look forward to seeing what lovely things he has in store next. Until then I have a new pen pal, that I will definitely contact next time we visit Florence. 2015-11-17 at 15-52-14 2015-11-17 at 15-53-52 2015-11-17 at 15-55-20 2015-11-17 at 15-52-35 2015-11-17 at 15-54-30 2015-11-17 at 15-53-12 2015-11-17 at 15-57-25 2015-11-17 at 15-57-44 2015-11-17 at 15-55-13 2015-11-17 at 15-55-41 2015-11-17 at 17-13-48 2015-11-17 at 17-13-05 2015-11-17 at 17-15-02 2015-11-17 at 17-15-25 2015-11-17 at 17-10-11 2015-11-17 at 17-17-12 2015-11-17 at 17-29-28 2015-11-17 at 17-06-32 2015-11-17 at 17-18-55 2015-11-17 at 17-28-55 2015-11-17 at 17-30-00 2015-11-17 at 17-47-34 2015-11-18 at 10-33-00 2015-11-17 at 15-55-49 Monochrome is my jam

Round Ray Bans, earcuff from Joolz Bar à Bijoux, Alexander Wang leather/feather jacket, Twenty turtleneck, Topshop jeans, and Saint-Laurent purse and shoes.


Flower Child

2015-08-01 at 13-51-31 Montreal, Canada

The end of Summer turned out to be a pretty busy time for us. Like REAL busy. Here’s the deal, wedding this weekend, Ireland next week, half marathon/Disneyland in California after that, followed by New York Fashion Week…I think that is just about enough stuff so I burnout right when classes start. Yay! Who am I kidding though, as stressful as it might sometimes be, traveling like this is what I fucking live for…The little #OOTD pictured, above and bellow, was worn for day 2 of Osheaga last week. Highlights included, the food big (thank you to my buddy Danny Smiles and the entire Crown Salts team for the incredible eats and the extra 6 pounds), bumping into Cara Delevingne everywhere, all fucking day long, without ever building the courage to tell her she is pretty cool, the food, Milky Chance and Clemens’ awesome hair,  the food, dancing to Kygo, the food, catching the end of Weezer, the food, oh and loosing my voice screaming along to Kendrick Lamar lyrics. Wow, what a run-on sentence that turned out to be…did I mention the food though? Ya…the food was good.

Considering all the travelling coming up, I thought you guys might like to receive exclusive coverage of our adventures, the outfits, the food, the places, the bad jokes, and nonsense rants. We’re launching a new amped up newsletter, while we hop around the world, all you gotta do is subscribe. Do like the swoosh and JUST DO IT!

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Round flash lense Ray Bans, Nasty Gal necklace, Miss Pixie floral bra and skirt, Chanel bag, and Aldo boots.


2015-05-24 at 11-00-54 Parrot Cay, Turks & Caicos

My Grandma called me chubby yesterday. Not as an insult, but as a kind of loving remark as she embraced me goodbye. It sucked. I’ve always prided myself, on being the girl that doesn’t order the salad at the restaurant, that can’t contribute to the conversations about spinning or whatever the fuck the next fitness trend is, by being the one that just doesn’t care. Still, my positive body image wasn’t strong enough to take a comment from my sweet elderly relative. On the ride home, I began to wonder what people saw when they looked at me, and if their perception different from my own? I kept showing my mother images of girls asking “is she chubby?”, “how about her?”, forming some sort of scale and placing my recently discovered stats within her answers. Even though comparing yourself to others, I know is never the answer. Was I so oblivious, that I was the last one to find out I was fat by society’s standards? That was my fear, even though I wanted so badly not to give a shit.

I always tread a fine line between embracing my body and the freedom that entails (CHEESEBURGERS), and the desire to be disciplined and healthy, to wear what I want every morning because fat days simply wouldn’t exist. But which is more important, my integrity or my health? Also don’t get me wrong, staying healthy is a priority, but juicing is rarely used with that as a motive if you catch my drift. Health is the alibi, but skinny culture is the true motivation. So what does a girl do? Shrug off the “chubby” comment, order pizza and call it a day, or finish writing this post grab some cereal and go run 3 miles?  Does loving oneself, mean allowing yourself everything, or allowing yourself what is probably best for you? I wish I could end this post with a definite answer, with a pizza or cereal, but I can’t. Today I am leaning towards discipline and that has everything to do with my grandma’s comment even though I wish it didn’t. I will be an anarchist of skinny culture that conforms for her own health and happiness, and that is ok. Here’s is the truth, no matter your size, there will always be sweet grandmas or judgemental assholes who will give you their 2 cents about the way you look. I guess the answer really is doing what makes you happiest, not what you believe is pleasing others. That goes for all of you juicers and cheeseburger eaters out there. This way the next time someone calls you chubby you won’t pretend you don’t care, you truly won’t give a fuck. On that note, here are some semi-clothed pictures of me! Ironic or perfectly fitting, I’m not sure, but I guess either way it makes sense. 2015-05-24 at 11-04-06 2015-05-24 at 10-59-23 2015-05-24 at 11-05-30 2015-05-24 at 11-00-19 2015-05-24 at 11-02-09 2015-05-24 at 11-05-49 2015-05-24 at 11-01-29 2015-05-24 at 11-03-10 2015-05-24 at 10-58-07 That was way more serious then intended

Ecua-Andino Panama hat, Alexander McQueen scarf, Ray Ban Clubmasters, H&M kimono, Victoria’s Secret bathing suit, Aurelie Bidermann cuff, Rag & Bone shorts, and Hermes sandals.